Ghost😴

They were both in a hurry.

The city lived its usual, restless life—the hum of cars, muffled conversations, the sound of footsteps overlapping one another. People passed by, oblivious to anyone but themselves. Everything was as usual. An ordinary day. Ordinary faces.

And yet - no.

Y/N walked quickly, clutching her phone, barely looking ahead. Her thoughts were jumbled, clinging to one another, preventing her from concentrating. She had to make it. She had to finish the job. She had to…

She stopped abruptly.

It was as if someone had pulled an invisible thread.

The gaze rose by itself.

And then she saw him.

He stood across the street, amidst the stream of people—tall, motionless, as if he didn't belong here. A black mask hid his face, but his eyes…

His eyes looked straight at her.

Y/n froze.

The world around them seemed to fade, dissolving into a noise that suddenly became distant and unimportant. Only the two of them remained. And the distance between them seemed impossible to cross—and yet nonexistent.

He did not look away.

And she too.

“…what is this…” Y/n whispered barely audibly, not understanding who she was addressing.

There was a strange tightness in my chest. Not painful. But… unusual.

As if the heart knew before the mind.

He took a step.

The crowd passed through him without touching him—or so it seemed. Everything seemed strange, unreal. Like a dream you can't control.

Y/n also stepped forward.

They walked towards each other, neither speeding up nor slowing down. Neither of them hesitated. Not for a second.