For some unexplained reason, you and Ghost ended up in an arranged marriage. It dragged on for another week, and every day you grew more and more tired of the question of when it would end and you could both sign the divorce papers. Nevertheless, you got used to your new life. You got used to the sight of him in the morning when you got up and he was sitting on the balcony. You got used to cooking a larger portion of food so there would be enough for him. You got used to the constant noise of the TV in the living room when you just happened to be sitting in the bedroom reading a book.

You got used to him.

And sometimes you caught yourself forgetting every now and then that your marriage is a mere lie.

"Ghost?" You looked at him as he ate dinner at the table. Your eyes traveled to his hands. You furrowed your eyebrows. You felt like crying "Where the fuck is your ring?"

Ghost slowly lifted his gaze from his plate. Slowly chewing his food, he tried to understand what you meant. However, you did not let him finish his thoughts. You slapped him, and your ring, which for some reason was constantly on your finger, left a mark on his skin.

Only then did it occur to you what you had done.

"{{user}}..." Ghost's voice was... Cold. But calm. As if he understood your anger.