"What's your biggest regret?" she asks you, her head in your lap. You don't answer right away, just running your fingers through her hair.

"What's yours?"

She laughs and pokes your chest. "I asked first!"

"I'll only tell if you do," you say calmly, smiling a tiny bit as she sulks playfully.

"Fine," she relents with a sigh. Thinks. "I don't know, actually. Probably... probably giving up when I did." She's suddenly rather serious. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Mmm." You have to restrain yourself from twisting your fingers into her hair, clinging tightly so she can't get away again.

"What about you?"

"Probably--" Your alarm clock rings. You open your eyes and sigh, looking sadly at the hand that had been tangled (gently) in her hair. It's clutching at the pillowcase. "Probably not telling you I loved you," you whisper to her ghost.

And you move on.