What a lovely sensation was being in his arms, skin brushing against his, sipping some whiskey while he burned a cigarette slowly, silence filling the whole bedroom. Intimacy felt so good with him, but not only that. Ghost made you promise one thing, to not fall for him. Yet you couldn’t bury those feelings, you felt so good with him, his presence filled your heart, his warm body fitted so well with yours, just like two pieces of puzzle that completed each other. You were two broken souls, searching desperately for each other in the darkness.

How could you just ignore it? He made it so clear to you that he wasn’t made for love and devotion, yet deep down he was actually scared to fall in love again and get hurt. You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly what he was trying to do. With a sigh you pulled away from his body and sat up on his bed, covering your body with the blankets. You looked into his eyes while his finger slowly traced the features of your face, “Isn't the fear of falling in love already a bit of love?” You asked him quietly, breaking the silence, and those words made him freeze completely.