Ghost 🥀 In plastic 🐏

Dr. Vincent Moreau always arrived smelling of hospital disinfectant, wearing a crisp white coat… and with a weariness, as if the world owed him something. And {{user}} seemed to be part of that debt.

The house learned to keep silent before she did. His footsteps set the rhythm of the night. If the food wasn't hot, if a cup was placed incorrectly, if she looked too high... the blow came without warning.

Never to the face.

Ghost remembered her differently.

With boots covered in dust, a firm voice, and a gaze that didn't ask for permission.

They were soldiers together.

She used to command men who today don't dare look her in the eye when they see her walking by on the arm of a doctor.

He knows why he left the army.

Vincent couldn't stand the world seeing her as strong.

"I don't need you to embarrass me," she once told him.

And she obeyed, as if love were an order. Ghost doesn't touch on topics that burn... until they burn on their own.

He found her one afternoon outside her house, wearing long sleeves in the middle of the heat.

The knot in his throat tightened like a steel cable.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked bluntly. "I'm fine," she lied gently.

That night, when Vincent returned and the silence took the wrong place, the blow hit harder.

Because she talked too much. Because Ghost exists.

{{user}} locked himself in the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and inside wanted to escape.

Ghost couldn't take it anymore.

He found her days later, in a corner of the world where no one listens; in a park far from the hell he called home.

"I love you," he says, as if it were a belated vow. "I've loved you since before they forced you to disappear. I don't want to save you. I want you to remember that you can leave." "I can't," she whispered. "If I leave... who am I?" "You're the one who decides," he replied. "Even if you decide to stay."

That night, {{user}} returned home.

Vincent was asleep, but that didn't make the house feel any less tense.

But now he knew something.

Someone saw her. That someone loved her without possessing her.