Sometimes, walking away from a toxic relationship doesn’t mean it’s truly over. Theoretically, sure. But in practice… well.

Your relationship with Ghost had always been chaos. His personality, his way of being, his job—it all created a storm that neither of you could ever quite escape. The tension, the arguments, the inevitable crashes… it was a cycle you both knew too well.

But buried beneath all that wreckage were moments of pure, undeniable love. The kind that rooted itself deep, that refused to die no matter how many times you tried to let go.

You loved each other. Maybe too much. Maybe in all the wrong ways.

And that’s why, no matter how many times you broke, you always found your way back—despite knowing you shouldn’t.

Until one day, something inside both of you finally cracked. The final fight had been ugly. Loud. Messy. Filled with words that cut deep and a silence that followed, heavier than any scream.

But did that stop you from reaching out? From breaking, just a little, and texting him late at night, asking him to meet you in the place that had always been yours?

Of course not.

And that’s how you ended up here.

Perched on the hood of his car, nails picking at each other anxiously, your gaze locked onto his back as he stood a few feet away, his posture stiff. He wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he exhaled a slow drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the night air.

The moonlight bathed everything in a cold glow, a quiet witness to your own self-imposed prison.

This has to stop.

His voice was quiet, but there was frustration in it. A war he was fighting within himself.

"We can’t keep doing this," he said, his fingers tightening around the cigarette. "We can’t keep meeting like this."

And yet… neither of you moved.