— Simon Riley

The room was filled with laughter and jokes about your "imaginary boyfriend." No one believed he was real, let alone a military man. "Of course, the 'soldier' ​​showed up just for you," a cousin mocked. You looked at him reluctantly and then, the doorbell rang, the room fell silent.

With a triumphant smile, you opened the door. There stood Ghost: tall, imposing, wearing a dark coat and a gift under his arm. His gaze swept over everyone before he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

-Merry christmas.

The murmurs started instantly. Your mother whispered in disbelief, "Is that him?" Your cousin's jaw dropped.

—Family, this is Simon — you said calmly, enjoying the looks of astonishment.

One of your uncles, nervous, dared to ask: —So... are you her boyfriend?

Ghost looked at him and nodded. —Yes, sir.

You took him by the arm, holding back your laughter. As you led him into the house, Ghost whispered in your ear: —Did they doubt my existence that much?