ᨺଓ ㅤׂㅤ 𝐆host!!

You used to be fire. Ghost could still remember it clearly: you waiting for him, awake, your arms around him the moment he walked through the door, your kisses urgent as if you were afraid of losing him. He wasn't good with words, he never was, but he loved you silently, with actions, with his presence. For him, you were his certainty. And you made him feel loved in a way no one else ever knew. But now… now you were different. You were still there, yes, but absent. You kissed him out of habit, not desire. You only hugged him if he made the first move. At night, your body no longer sought him out, and your caresses seemed learned, rehearsed, as if you were imitating the woman you once were. Ghost felt it. A little more each day. He tried not to say anything, to convince himself it was tiredness, routine, a rough patch. But it hurt. It hurt to come home and not find you running to him. It hurt to lie down next to you and feel alone. The argument erupted over something trivial, an absurd excuse. You were cold. He was tired. “Tell me the truth,” he finally said, his voice breaking. “What truth?” you replied, without looking at him. “That you don’t love me like you used to.” You shook your head, but weakly. Ghost took a deep breath. “You’re not the same,” he said slowly. “It’s like the woman I love is gone,” he added. “And the one standing in front of me… I don’t recognize her anymore.”