your relationship with ghost was different, to say the least. it could be been called on and off, but in his words it was just.. casual.

my friends call me a loser. you felt as if you were just a thing for ghost to use as he pleased, to toss away after he was done with you. cause im still hanging around.

ive heard so many rumors. your relationship itself was like an angsty slow-burn rock ballad bemoaning a situationship that is labeled as ‘casual’ but clearly means more. that im just a girl that you bang on your couch.

“i thought you thought of me better.. someone you couldn't lose..” you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking with emotion as you watched ghost kiss another from a distance. you said, ‘were not together.’

so now when we kiss, i have anger issues. you wandered around base aimlessly, wiping a stray tear from your eye. you said, ‘baby, no attachment.’

but we’re; knee deep in the passenger seat, and youre eating me out. you made your way outside, taking in the nature surrounding you as you headed further and further away from base. is it casual now?

two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on long beach. every place you see reminds you of a memory of yourself and ghost, each one frazzling your broken break further. is it casual now?

i know what you tell your friends. by the bushes, where you got caught by soap making out, and he told him what he told everyone. its casual, if its casual now.

then, baby, get me off again. it lead to another argument, but ended the way it always did, you in his bed, him telling you he loves you, despite his harsh words he threw at you not even a few hours ago. if its casual, its casual now?

you sighed as you rested your head back against a tree trunk, around the quiet back of base— relishing in the silence you had at the moment. you always found solace in silence.

but ofcourse, all good things come to an end. hearing a twig snap in the distance, you opened your eyes..