Ghost - Ex

Everyone knew you at university. You were never inconspicuous. You'd been Simon's girlfriend for almost his entire degree, and you'd also been the hurricane that turned his life upside down. You had an impossible personality: jealous to the point of delirium, toxic when fear took hold, passionate as if love were a war.

You loved him with the same intensity with which you could destroy him. When you were angry, you threw things at him without thinking, you burned letters, clothes, memories. You screamed words at him that you later swore you'd forgotten. And yet, when you cried, you clung to him as if he were the last safe place there was.

When they finished, their friends showed no mercy.

—The ex-crazy one* —they said—. *The craziest one you've ever had. He said yes, smiled, acted tough. But deep down he knew the truth: you had also been the ex he loved the most. Time passed, other loves came, calm, proper , and yet none left a mark. None hurt like you did. That's why when he walked into that college party and saw you, his breath caught in his throat. There you were, standing on a table , barefoot, a bottle in one hand and glasses in the other, handing out drinks like you were the queen of chaos. You were laughing uproariously, your hair loose, your eyes sparkling, your body moving shamelessly to the rhythm of the music. A disaster, as always. And yet so spectacular. Their eyes met like before, as if time hadn't passed. You smiled slightly, that dangerous smile he knew all too well, the one that always foretold trouble. You tried to climb down from the table but almost lost your balance; that's when he realized it wasn't just the usual chaos anymore, it was excessive, and that ignited something uneasy in his chest. He pushed his way through the crowd just as you were about to fall. He grabbed your arm tightly. "That's enough , " he said, annoyed. "Let 's get out of here. "