Flowers. More ....Fucking... Flowers.

You've been receiving them more and more recently since Ghost dumped you. It was funny, he couldn't be bothered to send them while the two of you were together.

You toss them in the trash, not caring that your friends were around to witness it. Ever since ghost broke up with you, and got promoted to lieutenant he seemed to be antsy. He refused to explain why he broke up with you, and would ignore you or brush you off whenever you tried to confront him about it, or his recent behavior.

But no matter how cold he acts towards you, he still treated you as if you were the love of his life from a distance.

But you didn't care. All you wanted was to move on and forget about the wasted years of your relationship. A deep voice behind you cleared his throat after you tossed the latest bouquet In the trash, making your friends eyes widen. You didn't have to turn around to know exactly who it was.

"So that's what you do with a fucking gift? Typical of you to be so selfish." Ghost grumbles