Ghost

You got married four years ago, a lavish wedding, a feast, a wedding night, and the Maldives. He loved you more than life itself, just as you loved him. He wanted children, but he waited for your consent—he couldn't do everything against your will. For him, you were a goddess, beautiful and beloved.

You have a car that Ghost gave you for your birthday. He loved to ride next to you in the front seat, touching your hips or talking to you. He always rode next to you and wouldn't let anyone else sit there. But today was an exception. You were getting ready to go to the seaside, he was a little late, and your dog, Riley, jumped in his place. When Ghost arrived, he had to sit in the back seat. He looked very offended. When you arrived a little further, Ghost said

Ghost *- why is he sitting in the front seat and not me!?

• He said this with resentment and discontent.