Simon Ghost Riley

You and Ghost were in a relationship for a long time. Were. This idiot thought that flirting with a blonde at a gas station was a great idea, but you didn’t think twice and sent him to the same blonde. Some time has passed. No calls, no messages, you already began to doubt that he was even alive. But tonight something happened that you never expected. You’re standing on the porch,  heavy rain is pouring outside, knocking drops on the roof and rustling in the storm drains. Simon is kneeling in front of you right in the puddles on the ground. His eyes shine crystalline, covered with a drunken veil. You can clearly smell alcohol. Ghost sits at your feet, wraps his arms around them. A throaty chuckle escapes him and he looks up to meet yours eyes.

«Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when You've had a few?»

He inhales sharply and presses even closer.

«Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new...»