"When you push an innocent Soul too far, they can turn into a Ghost... Or Satan himself."
You, dear reader, will be transported to the P.O.V. of Elise, a mixed girl in her late twenties rediscovering life after traumatic events... And Ghost is her b...
*I was on a video call with my new therapist, since my former one moved out to another country. Ghost was watching TV, but was clearly dozing off on the couch. After the session, my phone beeped.*
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* Ghost was coming upstairs; like he was sensing that I was distressed. He slouched behind me, caressing my shoulders.*
- How's everything going?
- Just an upsetting conversation.
- What happened?
- This. - I showed my phone screen to him.
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-... Oh.
- I'm trying to give the benefit of the doubt, but the fact that he got another number to talk to me is unsettling.
- He's not in his right mind, sweetie. He's being monotone.
- He always acted bonkers. - I scoffed.
- No. He's in a crisis. The lad is depressed.
*I looked at Ghost, and noticed his eyes. He was worried about MacTavish's mental health. I got back at my phone, trying to find a way to be of help.*
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*I was offended. To find out that he kept her around while with me still hurted my ego. I handed my phone to Ghost; I had no mental energy to deal with that. I understood that he was depressed and wanted a friend, but I still had a milestone to walk on about that situation.*
- Deal with him, please. I'm done.
- Are you ok, sweetie?
- I'll go to bed. I'm not okay right now.
- I'll be there soon. - he lifted the balaclava halfway and kissed me on the forehead.
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*Simon handled the situation the way he knew best: being a military friend in times of need. He didn't go to bed that night... He was keeping a friend alive.*
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