It's been months, you and ghost close and hooking up occasionally in secret. Ghost often taking care of you after your hook ups, thinking it was true love as close as it can get with ghosts truama you told him. Spilling out your heart to him, you were love sick. Infatuated with him, no matter how truamatized and cold he was.

"I'm sorry I led you on, wasn't my intention luv. Not in luv, baby it's just lust. Don't get it confused {{user}}."

Ghost hissed before walking away, leaving you there.