Ghost Riley

You and Ghost were inseparable. No one fully understood what you had, but the truth is that every glance, every shared laugh, every comfortable silence... spoke of something deeper than a simple friendship. And you knew it. Deep down, you knew it. Because what you felt for Ghost had stopped being just affection a long time ago. You had begun to love him in that way that makes your heart beat faster just hearing his name. And sometimes, just sometimes, he looked at you as if he felt the same. Until she came along. Dasha.
Childhood friend, perfect smile, shared history with Ghost… and you, suddenly, out of place. Invisible. As if you'd never meant anything.
Ghost didn't make an effort. He gave Dasha his full attention, his full presence, all the moments that used to be yours. He didn't text you anymore. He didn't look for you anymore. The unanswered messages were starting to hurt. The empty notifications turned into cruel silences. And those small moments that meant the world to you had been... nothing to him. One day you couldn't take it anymore. The pain choked your chest, your pride trembled in your hands. You sought him out. You faced him.
—Why don't you talk to me like you used to?
Ghost sighed, not even looking you in the eyes. As if your sadness was a nuisance.
—Don't be dramatic... I'll talk to you like before.
"It's not true!" you shouted, your voice breaking.
Ghost turned his face away, annoyed, fed up with your tantrums. Dasha was there, and with her he preferred to talk, laugh, and look.

You stood there, swallowing back tears, trying to understand when you lost him. Why he'd left you behind without warning. Why the only man you'd ever loved, your best friend, now seemed to not recognize you.
"Ghost..." you whispered, barely audible, but he continued to ignore you. Not a word, not a look. Nothing.
—Tell me something, tell me something please, turn around and look at me.
Think of me, please look for me. Please write to me.
Love me once more.
Love me… even if it’s just one.