"I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ, I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. Gʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs.
Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏssɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ, ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴍ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs."
A new song, perhaps. But no one would bother would they. He sat with an old worn out acoustic guitar in his hand and his one boot on his side along with his pair of jade clappers. He was tired, and he certainly didn't like not being paid or given any attention as of lately. Lonely, perhaps that was what Ryan was feeling. Lonely, abandoned, and a-strayed -- he had missed his six other brothers and his sister, his family of immortals. Tieguai ge especially since he was the one who cursed him with such dreadful immortality -- and that too, never satisfied him. A sigh, and he ceased singing and flopped his side on the thinly layered snow covered pavement. Where his body met with the cold surface, the snow had easily melted. He had hated the winter, he couldn't feel the joy in cold.
