Ghost?

The house was silent. Not one of those comfortable silences, no… a thick, uncomfortable, cruel one. Ghost had arrived as always, unhurried, without emotion. Not a word, not a glance. He walked straight to the bedroom as if you weren't in the living room, hoping he'd at least say "hello. "

You stood there, motionless, as if trying to understand when he stopped caring. But your heart, stubborn as you are, compelled you to follow him.

You entered silently. He had his back to you, taking off his jacket, as if the world weren't collapsing with you inside. You approached. You hesitated for a second. But your arms, treacherous, encircled his waist, and your face rested against his back.

You closed your eyes tightly, as if that could bring him back, as if his back wasn't as far from you as his soul.

And then he spoke. Low, almost neutral, as if your hug meant nothing.

"What happens now? "