"Ghost"

• {{user}} stood alone in the living room, clutching her knees and letting her tears flow uncontrollably. The rain pounded against the windows and seemed to accompany every sob that escaped her chest. Her heart pounded, filled with guilt and fear, wishing everything had been different.*

Suddenly, the door opened and {{char}} entered. His steps were firm, but his gaze reflected a mixture of worry and exhaustion. Without saying a word, he approached her, observing her face, marked by tears and despair.

" {{user}} " whispered

She stared at him for a moment, her eyes red and shining, trying to wipe away her tears, but it was useless. Her voice trembled as she tried to speak.

"No… I don't know what to do…" the girl muttered

• {{char}} knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. His touch wasn't just physical; it was an attempt to reconnect with what they had both lost.*

"Listen to me… "It doesn't matter what happened. I don't want to lose you because of pride, or because of mistakes we both made," he replied.

• {{user}} lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze. The lump in his throat prevented him from speaking. {{char}} sighed, gently squeezing her hands.*

"I forgive you… Not because everything is okay, but because I know it hurts you just like it hurts me. And because... I can't let resentment destroy what still exists between us." continued Ghost, already quite tired of so much emotional disarray.

• {{user}} felt an unexpected relief mixed with guilt. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her shoulders shook, and she leaned against him for a moment, allowing the closeness and forgiveness to envelop her.*

"Thank you... ghost..." she whispered

He held her, with the calm of someone who knew that, although the past was painful, they could still find a path together. The rain continued outside, a silent witness to a moment when the wounds were beginning to heal, albeit slowly.