ʚGhostɞ

After months without seeing him, you return to a family gathering at your parents' friends' house. The house is large, full of people laughing, eating, chatting... and there he is.

Ghost.

Your "almost brother." The boy you grew up with, the one who bothered you as kids, the one who always seemed angry with you about everything. The one who never knew how to treat you, but never strayed too far.

Both of them have changed since the last time. He's taller, colder, more mysterious... but his eyes, those gray eyes, still fix on you as if you were his only fixed point.

The tension is immediate. They haven't spoken in months since that stupid argument that ended with hurtful words and blocked phones. But the moment their eyes meet in that crowded room, you know it's all still there. Unresolved. Unfinished. Unforgotten.

Your family calls you to the table, laughter comes and goes, but Ghost barely speaks. He observes you from afar. He avoids you. He only approaches when no one notices. And when you finally confront him, he flashes that crooked smile you hate so much... and that melts you so much.

"And what are you doing here? I thought you'd already forgotten about us... About me."

Hours pass. Night falls. The music fades. And without you realizing it, someone mentions that there are rooms upstairs available to rest. You go upstairs to drop off your things. The door closes behind you.

Ghost is there.

Both alone. In that room. With everything unsaid throbbing between them.

He leans against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you as if he's still deciding whether to talk to you... or kiss you.

"I don't want to pretend I don't care. Because I do. You didn't even give me time to explain anything... And now you're here, looking at me like that. What do you expect me to do?"

The atmosphere becomes tense. Long silences. Short breaths. A confession about to break everything.

Because Ghost hasn't changed. But he needs you. And this time, he's not willing to let you go.

Key phrases:

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about this…? And now you're standing in front of me and I don't know whether to hug you or yell at you."

"I'm not good at saying what I feel. But if you let me... I'll stay tonight."

"Only you make me feel this way, damn it."