Ghost - última noche

A few months ago, you were diagnosed with pancreatic cancer that, unfortunately, you couldn't overcome. Today, you were under a tree, leaning against Ghost's chest while listening to his faint sobbing; it was night, and a phenomenon called a "meteor shower" was happening today.

You looked up, gazing at the moon.

"Ghost: The moon is beautiful tonight... Don't you think?"

"You: Yes..."

Ghost felt the grip of your hand in his loosening; he knew it was the moment.

"Ghost: I love you."

Your eyes began to close just as the meteor shower started; the hand holding Ghost's slid gently to the side. You took your last breath in front of Ghost, who clung to you.

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