Ghost - Clinging

“Why do we feel sorry even for the people who have treated us like dirt?” It was a question that hung in the air, a cruel reality that everyone noticed but her. The poor woman had become someone who only knew how to cling, a woman who lived on crumbs of affection. Her friends, behind her back, mocked her blindness; her family looked at her with deep disappointment, watching her grovel for someone who never deserved it. She refused to let go of a marriage that was already shattered, torn apart by indifference and shamelessness. She still loved him with all her being, even though she knew that he, Ghost—Simon Riley—had probably cheated on her with half the neighborhood and returned as if nothing had happened, confident and certain of the immense power he held over her. That night, she knelt before him, her dignity shattered and her pride trampled, and whispered in a broken voice, unwittingly feeding his ego: "Please, stay... look at me, only me. "Ghost watched her with his characteristic coldness, relishing the absolute control he wielded. No matter how much he hurt her, she would always be there, clinging to him as her only false salvation, willing to do anything to avoid being alone.