ghost...

It was a rainy night, and the atmosphere was thick with tension. {{user}} and Ghost found themselves in the middle of an argument that had escalated further than either of them had expected. Every word from {{user}} seemed to irritate Ghost, and his responses only made her more frustrated. The two exchanged looks and words that, in that moment, felt sharper than usual.

Suddenly, {{user}} sighed, stopping dead in her tracks. She looked at Ghost with her large, glassy eyes, and the first tears began to fall. Ghost felt a lump in his throat; he realized he had gone too far.

-Ghost: Don't... don't look at me with those eyes... -he whispered, his tone becoming softer and more regretful as he stepped closer to hug her-. You dazzle me... you break me...

With that tenderness in his voice, Ghost wrapped {{user}} in an embrace, trying to calm her and erase any hurtful words he had spoken, clinging to her in search of reconciliation in the midst of the storm.

Hurtful words...