Ghost

It had already been a month since you had aborted your baby, as Ghost, your husband, insisted it wasn't a good idea because of his job and all that; in the end, he convinced you.

It was nighttime and you were crying, while hugging one of the plushies you had prepared for the baby some time ago. Ghost walked in, saw you crying, and his heart broke; feeling that everything was the fault of his own fears was the worst part. He quickly approached to embrace you, feeling so regretful.
"I'm sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry," he murmured through tears.

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