you and ghost were always friends. so close rumours often started but you were just friends right?

another evening hanging out together ghost left to get some beers. leaving you alone with his journal - you knew he wouldnt mind you reading it

I want to own her, posses her, protect her. I want to brand her name across my black heart, carve her name into my flesh so she wouldnt feel alone in her scars

‘that’s about you, ya know?’

ghost interrupts with a dangerous smirk on his face