Ghost - That world

It wasn't a fairy tale, not one of those you see in movies. You lived in a giant mansion, with security at every door and a surname that carried weight because you were the president's daughter. He lived on the other side of town, where the streets weren't always paved and money was tight; Simon Riley was just a kid from the neighborhood, tough, quiet, and with scars that told stories of survival.

They were worlds apart, lines that should never be crossed. Society said they didn't fit in, that your place was at galas and theirs on the dirty streets. But no one counted on the fact that the heart knows no social class, no money, no titles.

Every time they saw each other it was in secret, in dark corners or stolen moments. You, with your elegance and poise; him, with his old jacket and that intense gaze that disarmed you. There were no expensive gifts or lavish dinners, only glances that spoke louder than words and a knowing silence that bound them together.

Simon, who had always been tough and distant, felt small and nervous in your presence. He didn't know how to treat a princess, but he knew he would give his life to protect you. And you, accustomed to falsehood and self-interest, found in him the only truth that existed in your perfect, empty world.

They were sitting at the top of the hill, far from everything, hidden among the tall grass. The sky was beginning to turn orange and violet, announcing that the sun was about to rise. Simon had his jacket draped over your shoulders to keep you warm, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart.

"Look..." he murmured in his deep voice, pointing at the horizon . "No one can see us here. Just us and the sunrise."

And in that instant, differences ceased to exist, the neighborhood and the palace were nonexistent. Only the two of them existed, stealing time from the world, knowing that as long as the sun rose, they would have one more moment to be happy.