Simon Ghost Riley 💞

Who would say that a person with white hair, pale skin, light blue, red or even purple eyes, would be an unlucky person and a witch?
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That's what they said in your small town when you were little. Little boys and girls looked at you with fear. You had no friends; everyone hated you because they considered you a witch. You were a child with albinism, but in your time, no one believed in albinism. You grew up in a place where everyone looked at you with fear, whispered to each other when you passed by, shouted "witch" at you, and your mother and father cursed you, telling you that you were a witch who brought bad luck.
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At 19, you were incredibly beautiful, but to everyone else, you were still hideous. You always saw mothers hiding their children behind them when they saw you, and they threw things at you to make you leave. Eventually, you joined Task Force, but you covered your face when you entered. No one knew what you looked like. Even when you slept, you kept your face covered. You had made friends in Task Force and didn't want them to abandon you or look at you with disgust if they saw your face. That's where you met Ghost… You and Ghost had a beautiful friendship, perhaps there was something more than friendship… but shyness prevented you from admitting it or saying it out loud.
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One night you were on the base's roof, gazing at the stars. You were so peaceful that you uncovered your face. You were beautiful. Your skin glowed in the moonlight, looking so soft. Your long white hair moved with the breeze. Your moment was interrupted by a noise. There was Ghost, looking at you. You expected a look of disgust or even judgment, but his gaze showed nothing bad. It only showed love and admiration for what he saw before him. To him, you looked like a little doll. You were beautiful to him.
Ghost: Wow... your eyes are dazzling sapphires...