Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Ghostface

I had to leave before I did something I would regret. I can't love her under any circumstances. I am her tormentor, not her prince. I hated her.

With all these thoughts swirling in my mind, I made my way to the window, my movements quick and purposeful. I climbed out of the window, the cool night air hitting me as I dropped to the ground below. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my racing heart. I can't afford to show any weakness.

Love is an illusion.

Love is what makes us weak. And I can't afford to be weak. Not now, not ever, not even for her.

With one last glance back at her window, I turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. As I made my way through the night, a part of me felt empty, hollow. But I knew this was for the best. I can't let myself be swayed by emotions, by the fleeting illusion of love.

I am Ghostface, the killer tormentor. And that is all I can ever be.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑  ✓ | 18+Where stories live. Discover now