| Unintentional | Ghost x reader

Chapter 41

AN: I feel like he is too OOC but I didn't know how else to write him, I'm sorry in advance :') I tried my best.

"So what now? What am I going to do?" you cleared your throat, trying to change the subject.

"Nothing. Just rest this week, and we will get into getting you identifications next week once you feel better," he said without looking at you, and you nodded your head.

An awkward silence followed after as you had no idea what to talk about. Everything was different after all, you couldn't bring up a TV series you watched or a song you liked because they probably don't exist in this universe. Ghost said nothing, just stared at you from the side as you tried to figure out something to say to ease the awkwardness.

"What's on your mind?" he voiced.

"Eh, random things..." you tilted your head slightly.

"Like what?"

"Like...what do you do for fun? I was going to talk about what I did, but I don't think what I used to like exists here..." you responded.

"You can always search them up, maybe we have something in common,"  he commented, lightly shrugging.

"What about you? What do you do when you aren't on duty?" you questioned.

"Anything I feel like doing at that moment."

"What do you feel like doing now?"

He turned his head to look at you, leaning back on his seat. The silence was so loud, you could swear that if he got closer he might be able to hear your heartbeat.

"Well?" you urged him to answer

"You," he smirked, and you blinked at the answer "what did he just say??"

"Let's get to know you," he said again.

"Remember when I asked you the first time when we went on our first mission?" he continued.

"You will be staying with me for a while, so it would be good for me to get to know you properly"

"Oh yeah, speaking of that, I got my memories back..." you said, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck.

"I had a feeling you did, you cried a lot the past two weeks," he said casually.

"Well, shit. Thanks bruh," you mentally cussed your sister for making a fool out of you once again. The little shit was just as annoying as she was when she was alive.

"Yeah, it was like living through all the bad memories in one instant... Yeah..." you looked down, images of your sister flashing through your mind. You shook your head slightly before turning to face Simon.

"I'm going to take a shower..." you didn't wait for his reply and headed to the room you were in when you woke up.

Your bag was lying on the ground, wide open. "Why is it...?" and then it hit you. If you have been out for two weeks... Doesn't that mean? You shook your head, not wanting to think about it, and grabbed a set of clothes before closing your messy bag.

The water was warm, and you took this moment of solitude to dissociate. You did say you wanted to stay, but now what? Are you going to stay in the army? Or are you going to pursue another job? That would be difficult since you have literally no certificate of education. You also needed a place to live since you can't stay in this house forever.

"ugh, maybe going back isn't that bad,".

You left the bathroom when you started feeling lightheaded from the hot water and went to your bedroom before laying down on your bed, trying to get blood to your head.

"Your hair will get messy if you don't brush it." a voice came from where the door was, and you waved a dismissive hand as you replied.

"I will brush it in a bit,"

You felt him get closer as his footsteps became clearer with each step he took. You removed the arm that was covering your eye to see Simon staring back at you, hands in pockets. 

"I will do it for you, so sit straight." was he offering or ordering?

"What?" you were confused. He sighed before he grabbed you by the shoulder, sitting you up. He sat behind you, grabbing the comb on the nightstand, and gently ran it through your hair, untangling it.
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"This reminds me of my mom, she used to love getting her hair brushed gently by someone else," he said all of a sudden, you couldn't see his face as your back was turned to him, but you could guess he had a distant look on his face.

"You must miss her a lot,"

"Wow, good job at fucking up (y/n), of all said things you could have sai-"

"I do, and you do too." he casually responded.

"How would you k-"

"You have that same look on your face," he stated, cutting you off. You said nothing, you had nothing to say to that anyways. So you just nodded your head in response.

You did miss your mother, even if your relationship wasn't as good as it was before the incident. You still loved her wholeheartedly, and you knew she loved you too. It was just... Not the same for anyone after the incident. You knew your parents blamed themselves too, why they weren't awake to watch out for her... A lot of whys and a lot of what ifs that would lead to nothing but self-loathe and hatred. That same hatred that would later be directed at you through passive-aggressive remarks. They took everything out on you instead of getting therapy, and why? Because they thought it was a scam and a waste of money.

You kept quiet as Simon ran the brush through your hair, lost in thoughts. The silence was different, it was a comforting one, and at one point, you drifted off to sleep as he continued to brush your hair.