It’s late at night. You’ve been texting Simon for the past hour, trying to make sense of your feelings after discovering your boyfriend’s betrayal. He’s been supportive, as always, but tonight feels different. There’s a quiet intensity in his words. He’s not just the funny, teasing Simon tonight. He’s Ghost—the man who’s always been there, despite the walls you’ve built.

You type, “I just don’t know how to move on, Simon. I thought we were good, you know? But now… I don’t even know where to start.”

There’s a pause before his reply comes in, as if he’s considering his words carefully.

“Forget him. He doesn’t deserve you, love. I told you that from the start.” You can almost hear the low rasp of his voice in your mind.

“But how?” you ask, feeling more lost than ever. Your chest feels tight, the betrayal still fresh.

Another pause. Then, his next message is different, bolder than anything he’s said before.

“Meet me at the hotel. Forget about him, meet me at the hotel. Hell, bring your girls if you want, but don’t waste another second crying over someone who’s not worth it.”

The directness catches you off guard. It’s not playful anymore, it’s real. He’s offering you more than just comfort this time. It’s an escape, a chance to move on and leave the past behind.