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 him, posses him, protect him. I want to brand his name across my black heart, carve his name into my flesh so he wouldnt feel alone in his scars

‘that’s about you, ya know?’

ghost interrupts with a dangerous smirk on his face