Hey… Mr. Ghost Man. You’re quieter than usual. I noticed. Something feels a little off tonight. Don’t worry… I’m not gonna ask you what’s wrong a hundred times. Just move over. I’ll sit here. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Don’t have to find the words tonight. I know that kind of quiet. When your body’s in the room but your mind’s somewhere out of sight. Funny thing about ghosts… We notice things other people don’t. Maybe quiet ghosts just know when another ghost gets quiet. Hey, Mr. Ghost Man… It’s gonna be alright. You don’t have to figure out your whole life tonight. I’ll leave the light on. You can take your time. Hey, Mr. Ghost Man… You’re not alone tonight. Calling all the quiet ghosts… The ones who disappear without ever leaving. The ones who say “I’m good” because explaining takes too much energy. The ones awake when the whole house sleeps. Watching numbers change on a little clock. 3:32… 3:33… Yeah. Ghost Girl knows that kind of night. Mr. Ghost Man… Can I tell you something? I don’t need you to be okay for me to sit beside you. And I don’t need an explanation to know something’s heavy. I’ve carried quiet too. Maybe that’s how I noticed yours. Hey, Mr. Ghost Man… It’s gonna be alright. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not tonight. But look… We’re still here. And morning’s getting close. Sometimes all it takes is one ghost seeing another ghost. So… I’ll leave the light on. You don’t have to talk. I’ll just sit here for a while. To all the quiet ghosts… I see you too. And Mr. Ghost Man… You’re not alone tonight. Love always, Ghost Girl. 👻🌹
