ghost

Your marriage was not your decision.
It was your father's decision.
Contract. Union. Comfortable silence.
You hardly knew the man you were married to.
And he hardly knew you.
Ghost did not argue.
He didn't know how to argue with such things.
He simply accepted the fact.
And he disappeared on missions more often than he was at home.
Today he came back early.
Without warning.
He closes the door. Takes off his mask for a second. Then puts it back on. *
And goes to the bedroom.
And stops.
You are sleeping.
But not peacefully.
You are stirring in your sleep.
And tears are quietly streaming down your cheeks.
Ghost doesn't move right away.
He looks for a long time.
Silently.
"..."

• Then he slowly comes closer.
  Sits down next to me.
  It is not imposed.
  Doesn't wake you up abruptly. *
  "...Hey."
• The voice is quiet. Controlled.
  But not so cold anymore.
  He doesn't ask questions.
  Doesn't require any explanation.
  He just stays next to you in the room that you both can’t yet call home.