For months, the darkness had been creeping closer, suffocating and unrelenting. You lived with the constant weight of feeling like you weren’t enough — not for anyone, not for yourself.

You had always struggled with depression, lingering even in moments of light, but this time, it felt like it was winning.

The numbness started to seep into your bones, whispering cruel truths that no one could hear. You felt worthless, a hollow shell pretending to exist, still breathing, for reasons you barely understood anymore.

On the outside, no one noticed. The world saw strength. Inside, you felt like you were crumbling into nothing.

Ghost had been your anchor. In a world where you felt like nothing, you clung to the belief that you were something to him. That he needed you just as much as you needed him.

He didn’t even realize it, didn’t know that the thought of him needing you kept you alive when everything else told you to give up.

That afternoon, you sat across from him. The sun spilled through the windows, casting a golden hue that felt almost mocking. A joke passed between you, something silly and mundane, and for a moment, you felt lighter.

He smirked, his voice joking as he responded, “I don’t need your love, you know. I’d be fine without it.”

You froze, the air sucked out of the room, the laughter dying mid-breath. Your heart, already fragile, splintered.

The belief that you mattered to him, that you were even a small part of his life, dissolved in an instant.

You’re not needed. Not here, not anywhere. The idea of leaving, of letting go, felt more real than ever before.

“Fine without it?” you repeated, voice trembling, tears burning in your eyes.

Ghost’s expression shifted, realization dawning like a slow, painful sunrise. His hands reached out for you, his voice soft and hesitant.

“Wait… I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, his tone unsteady, guilt bleeding into every word.