Simon Ghost Riley

The cold permeates your body, the moment is postponed in your memory when you see that your dear, seemingly most dear person falls dead to the ground.
It's been two weeks now, you can't sleep or eat, there's that picture in front of your eyes, his eyes are looking at you, and you... Another knock on the door, there is no strength to get up, a click and light spills into your dark room, forcing you to involuntarily shrink and close your eyes, the door closes and after a couple of seconds someone sits on your bed.
— It's time to leave him. — Big hands grab you in their arms, the Ghost's voice sounds like thunder in broad daylight.
— You don't understand.. — Simon makes you shut up by gently hugging you to him, burying himself in your neck and muttering something softly.
"I don't understand your hungry days and nights either. — His words hurt worse than a sharp knife, they get into the soul, scratching everything there..