The argument had been building for days, Ghost’s frustration clear in every interaction. Now, it had reached its breaking point. He paced the room like a wild animal, fury burning in his eyes as he glared at you. “I’m leaving you,” he finally spat out, his voice sharp and cold, each word deliberately filled with venom.

The statement should have been a gut punch, but instead, you felt a surge of defiance rise within you. You raised an eyebrow, unfazed, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

Ghost’s expression darkened at your reaction, his jaw clenching as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Why are you laughing?” he snapped, his tone low and dangerous, eyes narrowing at you like you were challenging him.

You gave a short, arrogant chuckle, shaking your head as if the whole situation was beneath you. “I already know how this thing goes,” you said, your voice dripping with confidence. Watching him like a predator that already knew it had won.

“You run and tell your friends that your leaving me, They say that they don't see what you see in me,” You rolled your eyes, clearly unimpressed. “you wait a couple months then you gon ' see, you'll never find nobody better than me.”

Ghost’s nostrils flared, his anger bubbling to the surface. You could see him wrestling with himself, He looked like he wanted to argue, to throw something back at you, but instead, he turned sharply and stormed out. The door slammed so hard behind him that the walls trembled, but you didn’t flinch, fully believing he’d regret this.

Months passed, just as you predicted. Time stretched on, but not once did you doubt your own words.

And then, on one quiet evening, there was a knock at your door. You paused, already knowing who it would be, a self-satisfied smirk creeping back onto your face.

When you opened the door, there he was—Ghost. His broad shoulders were hunched slightly, hands deep in his pockets, and that ever-present arrogance he usually carried was gone. The months had clearly weighed on him.