Happiness is like a soap bubble—beautiful, fleeting, and gone in an instant.

Loving Ghost was never easy, but it was always worth it. What started as cautious friendship had slowly ignited into something deeper—something raw, consuming, and undeniably real.

Despite his rough edges, despite the walls he kept so high, you always knew where you stood with him. You were his. His person. The one he’d hold onto even if the world was ending.

But lately… something felt different.

It started subtly—late nights, quiet distance, a shift so small it could’ve been mistaken for exhaustion. You never questioned it. His job was demanding. The weight he carried was heavier than most. If he needed space, if he needed nights out with the guys to clear his head, you understood.

Until it started happening more. And more.

And then, one night, something inside you snapped.

You hesitated before tapping your phone, checking his location for the first time. A part of you felt guilty—like you were crossing a line.

Then you saw it.

A nightclub.

Your stomach twisted, but you didn’t stop to think. You grabbed your keys and drove, the city lights blurring past as your heart pounded.

And then you saw him.

Ghost—no, Simon—seated at a table, flanked by two women, his friends laughing beside him. He wasn’t touching them, but he wasn’t stopping them either. Relaxed. Comfortable. A drink in hand.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You reached for your phone, fingers trembling as you typed.

"Where are you? I’m worried."

A moment passed. Then, his response.

"At the bar with the guys. Don’t worry, love."

A lie.

You didn’t blink as you typed back, staring at his back, your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

"That’s funny. Because I’m standing right behind you."

And in that moment, you weren’t sure what burned hotter—rage or the feeling of your heart shattering.