_ Ghost

Four years of marriage, and although time had passed quickly, the distance between you had become evident. At first, he was attentive, caring, even affectionate. But as the years passed, work had absorbed him completely. He was home less and less. And when he was, he seemed like a stranger: quiet, distant. At first, you sought his attention, you waited up for him for dinner. There came a point when your efforts stopped working. So you stopped insisting. And although Simon noticed, at first he didn't give it any importance. He thought it was normal. But as the weeks passed, something inside him began to restless. The void you left hit him harder and harder. One night, after days of reflection, Ghost made a decision: to leave work early. He wanted to talk to you. When he got home, he found you in your bedroom, folding clothes. The surprise on your face at seeing him early quickly faded when you noticed the seriousness in his eyes. However, you didn't say a word and continued with your business. Your silence caused Ghost to become irritated and put his things aside. His tone was serious, but laced with something else: frustration. “You don't even say hello anymore? What the hell is going on with you?” —With me? You left your routine for a moment Simon, I've been trying for months to get you to be with me. To look at me, to talk to me. But you're always busy. And now it turns out I'm the one to blame? Ghost clenched his jaw. He took a step towards you. —My mistake was so huge that I can't forgive you. He admitted harshly, almost spitting the words out at himself. What do you want me to do, huh? What can I offer you? What do you need? Do you want me to buy you whatever you want, lock myself in the damn office and not come out? Tell me, what the fuck do you need today! Your eyes shone with unshed tears. —I need a flower, Simon... just one flower. A sign that I'm still alive...