what am i supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

"Alright," Theory said quietly. It was just a name. She could see that Rhyme was beginning to grow agitated, even if it was only a little bit. His grasp on reality was so tenuous that she didn't want to push him. Sighing, she leaned into her father and relaxed a little bit. "Let's just... take a moment, yeah?" Theo said softly. Night had begun to fall as they had talked. Time seemed to pass so much more quickly these days, even faster when she willed it to still. It stopped for no one. It waited for nothing. They would forge into the uncertain future together. Rhyme was back, just when she needed him most. Theory knew she could always count on him. Clouds parted to reveal a dimly lit evening sky. It almost looked plush to the touch. Tiny stars twinkled above. "You did like to sleep out in the open like this..." she said, her eyes growing heavy and slowly drooping closed.