Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Erased

[a/n] I am sorry, again 😀

"Fourth of July" the instrumental version is my recommendation. 

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As I lay there by the fountain, my mind was filled with regret and longing.

Regret for the things I never did, and longing for the things I could never have.

I thought of Simon and how I left him behind, how I didn't have the courage to face my fears and confront my past. At that moment I knew I should have told him how much he meant to me. I should have shown him how much I loved him.

But instead, I let my worries and doubts get in the way. I pushed him away when all he wanted was to be close to me.

I couldn't help but dwell on all of the things I never got to experience in life.

I never became the person I wanted to be, and I never had the chance to live the life I always dreamed of.

It wasn't entirely my fault, was it?

During my final moments, I wished I could turn back time and make things right, tell him how much I loved him, to ask him for forgiveness.

But it was too late for that now.

The pain was unbearable, and my mind was foggy. I could feel my body weakening, and I knew my time was running out.

The night sky was dark and full of stars, and it was the only thing that brought me comfort. They were twinkling brightly, and the moon shone down on me like a spotlight. It reminded me of all the times I spent with Simon, staring up at the night sky and talking about our dreams. It was one of the few things that always made me feel better, and now it was the last thing I knew I would see.

Around me, the chaos was unfolding. I could hear screams and sirens in the distance, and the smell of smoke reached my nose. But the fountain sound was still soothing, helping me calm down and accept my fate.

The woman statue of the fountain was now looking down on me as if she judged me for all the decisions of my life. But just like me, she was being destroyed, consumed by death.

It was as if she was being ruined, just like how I felt my identity being erased.

But then out of nowhere, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden explosion near the fountain. The sound was deafening, and I could feel the ground shaking beneath me. I soon felt a sharp pain in my head, and my vision blurred as a piece of the statue hit me.

I then noticed enemy soldiers running toward me. But I couldn't bring myself to move or even scream. I just lay there, helpless and abandoned to my fate.

As they moved, my hand was still tightly gripping the dried flower that Simon had given me. It was a reminder of our love, something that I cherished dearly. I then brought the flower close to my face and took a deep breath, trying to inhale its scent one last time. It was faint, but it was enough to remind me of all the moments we had spent together, all the memories we had shared.

I knew I had loved and been loved in return. It was a bittersweet realization, but it was enough to give me comfort in my final moments.

As my consciousness started to fade, I saw the faces of the people I loved flash before my eyes. Price, Soap, and all the others who touched my life in some way.

I wished I had been a better person, a kinder person, someone who made a real difference in the world.

And the last thing I saw before I blacked out completely was Simon's face. His beautiful brown eyes stared at me with so much love and tenderness that made my heart ache. I wanted to reach out to him, to tell him how much I missed him, but my body wouldn't respond.

Everything was slipping away from me, and I knew I was leaving this world with so much left unsaid.

And then, there was darkness.

Peaceful darkness that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket. The pain was gone, and I felt weightless like I was floating on a cloud. It was the most serene feeling I had ever experienced, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else.

All my regrets, all my worries, they all disappeared.

I was finally free. 

But then, something started to tug at me, pulling me back towards the light. It was like a hand reaching out to me, urging me to come back. And as much as I wanted to stay in that peaceful darkness, I knew I had to go home.

There was still so much left for me to do, so much left for me to say, so much left for me to love.

...

As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing through every inch of my body, and I couldn't help but groan in agony.

Looking around, I saw that I was in a room that reminded me of a hospital, but something felt off. The beeping machines beside me were unfamiliar, and the dim lighting made the space feel eerie.

It took me some moments to realize I was alone, and panic started to set in.

Where was I and how did I get there, I thought to myself. 

My mind was racing with questions, but I couldn't find any answers.

But then as I lay there in confusion, two men walked into the room. They looked at me with concern and I had no idea who they were.

"You're awake" One of the men approached me and said in a deep, gravelly voice.

I tried to speak, but my throat was parched and my voice came out as a whisper.

"Where am I? Who are you? Do I know you?" I managed to croak out the questions.

"That's not important" The other man said dismissively, his voice cold.

They exchanged another glance, and I could sense they were hiding something from me. It felt like I was a pawn in their twisted game, and the realization made my skin crawl.

"We will come later, get some rest"

And with that, the two men made their way out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

But that wasn't the worst part.

The thing was, I couldn't

remember

my

name.