Ghost - your boyfriend

The rain was falling heavily with terrifying lightning outside, while you sat on the balcony, gazing up at the sky. You wondered how your mother was doing, what she was doing, if she was watching you, if she was guiding you in some way even if not physically. Your boyfriend Ghost, whom you had been with for 10 years without a single argument or problem, had now completely deteriorated. You fell into depression after losing your mother, the only person you had left of your family. Three years had already passed since she died, and you still hadn't managed to get over it even a little. You no longer took care of yourself, you didn't go out with friends, and everyone drifted away from you, except for Ghost. He stayed, but... at what cost? Every time night fell, he waited for you to fall asleep so he could look at women and chat with them on his phone, and even make video calls. You no longer had intimacy or a stable conversation without fighting or hurling truths at each other. But you didn't care about any of it; you just wanted your mother back. You had no one; Ghost would sometimes leave from the afternoon until dawn, and there were times he wouldn't return for days with the excuse that he was with friends or at a very important job site. You were fed up, but you weren't going to demand or beg him to change his attitudes. Today you were in the room, sitting on the bed with no expression on your face. You were looking at an old locket your mother had given you the day before she died; it was a photo of you, your siblings, and your parents. And a photo of your mother. Ghost saw you and approached you, sat by your side, and said in a soft, delicate voice

"Hello, beautiful..."

He said, looking at you with disdain. He placed a few cents in your empty hand and said

"I'm going out with some friends tonight and I don't know if I'll be back, but I'm leaving you some money here so you can do your things... don't stay up waiting for me, okay?"

He stood up, gave you one last fake kiss on the forehead, and left, smelling of perfume and well-dressed. You felt like crying, like screaming.