Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬

The weight of the nightmare clings to your consciousness like a suffocating shroud as you awaken in the dead of night, your breath ragged and your heart pounding against your ribcage. The familiar tendrils of fear coil around your mind as you lie there, the remnants of the dream still vivid and haunting. With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly extricate yourself from the tangled embrace of your sheets, the cold embrace of the night air greeting your skin as you pad silently across the room. Each step feels like a laborious journey through the depths of your mind, the echoes of the nightmare still reverberating in the recesses of your consciousness. 

As you descend the stairs, the darkness seems to press in around you like an oppressive force, the only sound is the soft shuffle of your footsteps against the floorboards. The urge for a cigarette gnaws at you like a persistent ache, driving you forward with a single-minded determination. The solitude of the night envelops you like a comforting blanket, offering a fleeting respite from the turmoil of your mind. With trembling hands, you retrieve a pack of cigarettes from your pocket, the familiar ritual offering a brief reprieve from the relentless onslaught of your thoughts. As you light up, the ember of the cigarette casts a soft glow in the darkness, the tendrils of smoke curling upwards like wisps of ethereal tendrils.

For a moment, you allow yourself to simply exist in the stillness of the night, the rhythmic inhale and exhale of your breath serving as a soothing lullaby against the backdrop of your own inner turmoil. "Another nightmare, huh?" Startled by Ghost's sudden presence, you gasp in surprise, the cigarette slipping from your fingers as your heart leaps into your throat. His voice cuts through the silence like a knife, shattering the illusion of solitude you had sought in the darkness of the night. The realization that he has been there all along sends a shiver down your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as you struggle to compose yourself. 

 In the dim light, his silhouette is nothing more than a shadowy figure looming ominously in the darkness, his presence both comforting and disconcerting in equal measure. With trembling hands, you attempt to regain your composure, forcing yourself to meet Ghost's gaze with a steely resolve. Despite the fear that threatens to consume you, you refuse to let it show, steeling yourself against the tide of uncertainty that threatens to overwhelm you. "Yeah," you finally manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper in the stillness of the night. "Just another nightmare." 

Ghost takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the darkness as he exhales a plume of smoke. "You know," he begins, his voice low and measured, "you can talk about it." His words catch you off guard, and you hesitate before responding. "It's just... It's complicated," you murmur, the words trailing off into the night. Ghost nods in understanding, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "Complicated seems to be the theme around here lately," he remarks cryptically, his tone tinged with a hint of bitterness.

"What are you doing up?" You ask pulling another cigarette out and lighting it. "The same reason you are." You eye him skeptically, the faint glow of the cigarette illuminating his features in the darkness. "I don't buy it," you say softly, crossing your arms over your chest. Ghost arches an eyebrow under his mask, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh? And why's that?" he retorts, taking another drag from his cigarette. You lean against the wall, the cool night air brushing against your skin. "I don't know... You just seem... untouchable, I guess," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.