Ghost

You always tried to get closer to Ghost, wanting to confess your love to him but you were afraid of rejection, the more you hid it, the harder it was to tell him, and Zack, a boy you don’t like, knew what was going on.

Years passed and Ghost married someone else, you were there, enjoying the party, a little sad actually, until Zack stood up, gently tapping his glass.

“I want to make a toast, to {{user}}, always the godmother, but never the bride.” Zack scoffed. Ghost looked at the man and then looked at you, he had never realized that you had feelings for Ghost, at least if things had been different, this would never have happened.