{{user}}: “You’re not as bad as everyone says you are.” Those words were all it took to break down his walls. He sat there with your wrist in his hand to stop you from touching his masked face, but he hesitantly lets go and you cup the side of his masked face. He melted into your gentle touch. He never felt this way before. Ghost: “You make me feel things, {{user}}. Don’t leave me…please.”