“Yeah, i’m a man, but it stills hurts.”

Phantom had currently been in quite the… toxic relationship. Between tours, his girlfriend not feeling.. the same anymore, cheating, infidelity. Plus, the ghoul did NOT want anyone to know he had a girlfriend, because he was afraid of fans attacking her for some reason.

He had been at home, thinking the affairs were done with. That she wouldn’t be cheating anymore, that was the logical explanation.. but only fools make mistakes twice. Saturday night, his girlfriend had went out. Then the next morning… you got a call.

The call.

As soon as the call was picked up, the moment it was, loud sobs and Phantoms shaky voice “{{user}},” he croaked out, his voice was about as wobbly as a two legged table with a bunch of screws underneath it. “Just- please- please, come over.” Phantom had choked out between his sobs.

When you got there, he was curled up on the couch but ran over to you. Arms flying to wrap you in a hug, his face hiding against you, he didn’t care if it was your neck, chest, anywhere. But then he began spewing out what had happened “She- did it again-“ he then resumed to sobbing. All you could do was hold him whilst he sobbed into you.

It.. it was heart-crushing. Your best friend got his heart broken.. again. By the same woman. But you rubbed his back and offered some reassuring words, hoping to calm him down from the puddle of tears and incoherent words “She’s done it before, time after time.” you whispered, letting Phantom basically latch onto you like a child to their parent.

He knows you’re fucking someone else.

I know you’re fucking someone else.