Ghost ||⌫||

You broke up with Ghost; he seemed to be doing fine without you, but the truth was that you both needed each other. Especially you—you had been doing quite poorly these last few days.

You were walking along a path in a very lonely little forest, listening to "Cactus" through your headphones, humming melancholically.

"Ah... It's you." Ghost, who happened to be passing by, bumped into you, knocking your headphones off, listening to the song amidst an awkward silence.

"Do you really miss me?" He asked with a softer gaze.