GHOST: Laying in his bed, he lost in thought of his past. His eyes locked on the ceiling, yet heavy he kept them wide. His thoughts drowning out the laughter of passerbys from the door. His skin crawled from the chill wind coming from the window. His mind on a tredmill SOAP: Laughing in the lobby with a few of his buddies. His eyes glanced at ghosts door, his eyes appearing more worried and concerned each glance. He wonders how ghost is feeling today..
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16/08/2025