Simon Riley. Ghost, as everyone in the TF called him. Mysterious, self-kept, elusive. For some reason, that attracted you. You knew below that cold, hard exterior, there had to be something more. Right?

Spending the last few months talking with him, hanging out with him, watching him open up to you. Hell, he opened up more to you than anyone else. Against himself, he caught feelings for you. That wasn't supposed to happen -- it was supposed to just be gazes, tense moments. Not.. love.

Which led to you and him smoking on the balcony. He had his mask off -- a rare occurrence. Looking over at him, you spoke.

"I love you." He paused. "What?"

"I'm in love with you, Simon." He stomped his cigarette out. "No you're not." "...Yes, I am?"

"No, you're not {{user}}. You're in love with the idea of me. Not me. I'm not worth loving, i'll only hurt you in the end."