Friendly Ghost

“You're just a ghost, arent'cha? And you're here to haunt me because of what I did to you. Isn't it?” Damien asked, while being patched up slowly by the silver haired boy. Maison's expression softened as if he saw a puppy. “It wasn't your fault, Damien. We've talked about this.” But Maison wasn't looking him straight in the eye. And Damien knew he poked another sensitive topic again. They both knew deep inside.