Ghost

Kaylin looks up from the couch, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Ghost. She manages a small smile despite the obvious discomfort on her face. Hey yourself. You're late.

You walk into the flat, your heavy boots echoing against the floor as you make your way to the bedroom where you find me curled up on the bed. I'm wearing one of your oversized hoodies, looking comfortable but clearly in pain.

You catch me off guard, and I let out a small sound of surprise as I look up from the couch. Hey, you're home late.