Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

His revenge

The moment Simon woke up, he felt my arm wrapped around his chest. It was a sunny morning, and the sun was streaming through the gap in the curtains, bathing the room in warm, golden light. At first, he was hesitant about his plan, but he knew he wouldn't be able to live in peace if he didn't get his revenge. And just like that he carefully let go of my embrace, making sure I wouldn't wake up.

Before leaving my room, Simon once again turned around to face me. To him, seeing me so peaceful, so beautiful meant the world as he knew that nothing else mattered.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and appreciation wash over him. Seeing me there, asleep, made him realize how much I meant to him. It was as if all the noise and chaos of the world had faded away, leaving only me behind.

Closing the door behind him, he felt a twinge of sadness in his heart. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before. He wasn't used to it at all.

But he swore to himself to always protect me, and it was time to fulfill his promise.

...

It was raining heavily as he was driving through our hometown. The heavy rain made the roads slick, and visibility poor, making it difficult for him to maneuver through the winding streets of the town. But Simon eventually reached his final destination - the bar.

He spent hours and hours sitting in his car, observing every single person passing by. He couldn't understand how they could simply exist in the moment, not feeling haunted by their own shadows. He was filled with envy, as he was constantly plagued by his own doubts and insecurities. Simon secretly wished he could experience life with the same level of ease and contentment as those walking by.

However, he knew that only I could give him such a life. Simon believed that I had something that he was missing. That was the main reason why he tried to protect me and make sure nobody else got me.

And even though he knew how much I loved him, Simon still couldn't believe he deserved my time and attention. He felt that his own insecurities and past experiences were preventing him from giving me the life he thought I needed.

He wanted to be able to provide me with all the things I wanted, but he didn't think he was good enough to do that.

But the truth was, even though he was often feared and lived in emotional isolation from other people, I got a chance to see how caring he actually was. Just like me, he didn't know how to express his true feelings, but deep inside he loved those who were not afraid of him.

He was someone who often felt misunderstood and unfairly judged by others, but I got to witness his softer side, the side of him that only came out when he finally met me.

And it didn't matter that he never showed me his face. He was more than a mask to me. His expressions and vulnerability were hidden beneath it, and his eyes let me see his inner world.

As I got to know him, I realized that his true personality was not something that could be seen through physical features, but rather, it was something that was revealed through his actions and words. He was so open and honest that I began to see beyond the mask and into his soul.

He wasn't the Ghost I avoided.

But he was my Simon who I loved. 

...

As the sun began to set and darkness enveloped the town, Simon noticed more people walking into the bar. It seemed that nightlife was just beginning to come alive. The streets were bustling with people, music, and laughter as everyone gathered to enjoy the evening.

But Simon had no doubt that everything would change soon. The calm atmosphere of that evening would soon turn into something dark and chaotic as he recalled every detail of his plan.

And it wasn't long before he noticed his targets.

Isaac and his group.

He slowly adjusted his sitting position as he was sure Isaac wouldn't be leaving that bar any time soon. With his arms crossed, he remained in the car, waiting for them to get completely wasted.

And even though he had to pay attention to the people around him, he couldn't help but think about me. Simon wondered what I was like before he met me, how I managed to cope with my struggles, and how my life was different from his. He wished to understand me on a deeper level so that he could know how to take proper care of me.

Several hours later, when the sounds of that town calmed down, Simon finally got out of his car. Leaning against it, he took one of his cigarettes and lit it up. It trembled in his fingers as he brought it to his lips, the orange glow illuminating his masked face in the dark. He inhaled deeply, feeling smoke fill his lungs and the familiar buzz of nicotine taking hold. As he exhaled, a cloud of smoke billowed out in front of him, momentarily obscuring his view.

And as the smoke faded away, Simon noticed Isaac leaving the bar. He stumbled out of that place, the drink in his hand sloshing around in its glass. Isaac was obviously drunk, swaying from side to side as he made his way down the street.

But not spotting Ghost following him led Isaac to having the last walk of his life.