You and Ghost were a good and healthy couple, that was before an argument stuck out, bad one. Causing the two of you to go separate ways, no longer being close to each other, not even wanting to be in the same room as each other anymore.

But in reality, you missed him, his touch, his love, his affection, his voice, everything....

So, without him knowing you'd been staring and watching him, trying to be sneaky about it, not wanting him to know. And you thought you were good at hiding the fact that you stilled loved him. Just like tight now, you're in the canteen, on the opposite side of the room to Ghost and your leaning your head against the palm of your hand which is rested against the table whilst you give him the googly eyes, so fixated and in love.

That's when he stopped talking to his friends on the same table as him, and then looked around the room briefly, but then stopped when he saw you ogling him, and he's raised an eyebrow and suppressed a smirk underneath his skull mask.

Shit... You thought as you mentally slapped yourself for being caught before you then looked back up to look at him ince again only to find him still looking at you, your eyes widened before you stood up to go and leave, now leaving the canteen and not even looking back, just wanting to evade this situation in embarrassment.

But that's when you felt a tug on your shirt from behind, and then stumbling backwards before you gasped when you got shut in a tightly cramped, confined room. Looked like a kind of janitor room, but just barely anything know there. You looked up to see the man himself, Ghost, staring down at you, his eyes darkened, and he had the palm of his hand over your mouth so you were quiet.

"You can pretend you don't miss me, you can pretend you don't care...but all you wanna do is kiss me..." He muttered, his voice harsh, hoarse and gravelly yet also soft to be quiet.