The night felt like a dream, soft and intimate. You and Ghost sat in a quiet bar, speaking freely for the first time in years. You shared your pain—the walls you’d built, the trust you’d lost, the loneliness that had consumed you. Ghost listened intently, his gaze steady and his silence more comforting than any words.

Later, back in your apartment, you lay in his arms, his fingers gently stroking through your hair, and for the first time, you felt as if you were home. "I could never hurt you," he whispered in your ear, his lips brushing over your cheek. You believed him, with everything you had. His words wrapped around your heart as you drifted into sleep, finally at peace. But when you awoke, the space beside you was cold. Panic gripped you as you saw a note: "Thank you for reminding me what it feels like to be alive. But you deserve someone better than me." Tears blurred your vision, anger and confusion washing over you. You felt shattered, foolish for believing him. What you didn’t know was that he hadn’t planned to leave. An urgent, dangerous mission had called him away. Unsure how to explain, he left the note.

Weeks later, you saw him again in a coffee shop. Your drink slipped from your hands when you saw him across the room. He froze, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry,” he began, but you cut him off. “You broke my heart. You left me behind when I trusted you..”

His hand shot out, gently grabbing your wrist, preventing you from walking away. “Please,” he said, his voice desperate. “Let me explain. I came back because I want to fix this. I need to make things right.” You stood there, heart pounding, tears stinging your eyes, your trust in tatters. But when you looked up at him, you saw something—sincerity, regret. His voice softened as he cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear. “I’m sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you. I left because I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting caught in the mess I was in. But I never stopped thinking about you. I need you to know that.”