“Do you think we’ll be together forever?” you whispered, gently raising your eyes to his, while he held you tenderly in his arms, both wrapped in the soft sheets of Simon's bed.

He paused for a moment, his mind spinning with a mix of emotions. He wanted to say yes, to promise that you would always be together. But in his profession, he knew better than anyone that nothing was certain. However, he didn't want to let his own doubts spoil the mood. He hugged you a little tighter and smiled kindly.

“I hope so, darling,” he said softly. "I can't imagine my life without you right now. So, as long as fate allows, let's make every moment count, okay?"

Boom.

Then that past scene was immediately shattered by the deafening crash of a gun, and the world seemed to freeze in an eternal moment. A projectile tore through the air, hitting its target with cruel precision. Ghost stood frozen for a moment, panting in anguished silence. The shock petrified him when he saw you collapse, affected by the violence of the war that had enveloped them.

Then, a silent cry tore his throat, a cry of despair and helplessness in the face of the injustice of fate. His legs, numb with horror, began to move, guided by the primal instinct to protect the one he loved above all else.

Heart pounding, Ghost's footsteps sounded like distant echoes in the chaos around them. Every second seemed like an eternity, every obstacle in his path an insurmountable challenge as he rushed towards you, his mind swirling in a mixture of fear and determination.

Finally, he came to your side, falling to his knees beside you and tearing off his mask in panic. His hands shook as he searched for signs of life, praying for a heartbeat, a slight breath. “Ily, stay with me… Please, stay with me," he whispered in a sob, his voice full of anguish and devotion, pressing his hands against your chest, as if to hold the fragile thread that connected him to you. But he knew it was too late, and he saw it through your teary eyes. You were dead.