Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

December 19th, 2007

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Under the soft blanket of falling snow, you walked hand in hand with Price through the streets of Manchester. The wintry air was crisp, carrying with it the tantalizing aroma of the candy store ahead. As you stepped inside, the warmth enveloped you, along with the sweet fragrance of confections that filled the cozy space. "What would you like, love?" Price's voice is warm as he keeps his hand in yours, guiding you through the aisles of sweets. "Lollipops!" you exclaim with childlike excitement. Price chuckles, ruffling your hair affectionately, as you pick out a few colorful treats.

As Price moves to the checkout counter, you turn around and notice a boy peering through the window, his eyes wide with longing as he gazes at the array of candies. Once Price finishes paying, you head towards the door, but his phone rings just as you get outside. "Bloody hell," Price mutters, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Give me one second, y/n," he says, answering the call. You nod and glance to your right, noticing the boy still fixated on the sweets displayed in the window. Feeling a surge of empathy, you decide to approach him. He doesn't initially notice your presence, but when you gently tap his shoulder, he startles slightly before relaxing upon seeing you.

"Hi," you say, offering a shy smile. "Hello," he responds softly. You then offer, "I have some lollipops. Would you like one?" He hesitates, glancing around uncertainly, before finally nodding. You extend your assortment of lollipops, and after a moment's contemplation, he chooses one. You notice a bruise under his eye and express concern, "Are you okay? Your eye looks hurt." He instinctively touches the bruise and nods, replying, "I just fell, that's all." You offer a reassuring smile, "Okay, I'm Y/N," extending your hand.

He appears uncertain but accepts your gesture, gently shaking your hand. "I'm Simon," he introduces himself softly. You suggest, "Do you want to go to the park?" His eyes light up with excitement, and a smile tugs at his lips. However, his joy is short-lived as a man suddenly calls out, "Simon! Where the hell are you?" Simon's expression shifts, and he quickly stashes the unopened lollipop in his pocket. "I have to go, I'm sorry," he says hurriedly before darting off. "Goodbye," you call out, watching him run to the man who begins scolding him.

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You awaken the next day in your bed, disoriented. It takes a moment for your surroundings to register. You don't remember how you got here or going to your room. As the memories flood back, you recall the calming presence of Ghost and the peaceful moment spent together on the roof. It's a rare occurrence to sleep through the night without nightmares haunting your dreams, but somehow, being with Ghost had brought a sense of solace and security. You feel a subtle sense of gratitude for the respite from the usual turmoil of your sleep.

Recognizing the need to cleanse yourself physically and perhaps emotionally before your day, you headed into the bathroom, undressed, and turned the water to the hottest setting. As it was warming up, you stood before the mirror, observing your reflection, and you're struck by the changes in your physique. The hours spent training, the dedication to your regimen, have sculpted your body in ways you hadn't imagined. You can't help but admire the toned muscles, the definition in your arms and abdomen. It's a testament to your commitment, a reminder of the strength you've cultivated, both physically and mentally.