The third law [Terzo x Reader]

Prologue

Note: I have written this story 16 years ago (I started young) only in Italian. I have re-read it recently, edited and translated it to adapt it to the Ghost lore, as I still find it an interesting topic.
I really hope you like it because I am slightly concerned about posting it again, after all these years and in a different fandom. I accept critics but please be gentle.

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"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."
-Newton's Third Law-

The scenery flowing out the window is pleasant and lonely; a never ending heap of grass and trees, just like Sister Imperator had hinted at. The nature you see segueing out the window never seems to vary, so illuminated by the warm reddish light of the sunset.

Although your hometown is not far from your destination and those landscapes are somehow familiar, you don't remember ever having driven that isolated road before.

As you drive, you wonder how long it would have taken you to get used to it there. The countryside has never been particularly to your liking, and your phobia of insects would certainly have complicated things, but a quiet, taciturn person like you would have quickly gotten used to the silence of those places. Not that you have much choice; just thinking that you would have had to take care of one of the most talked-about personalities in the entire Ministry makes those thoughts less melancholy.

You have never met him. The fresh aroma of pine and fir trees enters through the open window, and you begin to wonder what he is like in person, whether he really is as the other Sisters describe him or whether they are mere legends that, now that he can no longer disprove them by his presence, have grown out of proportion.

In your mind, his figure begins to form composed of every piece of information gathered over time, like a puzzle that comes to life piece by piece: he is flamboyant but also reserved, charming but also elusive, sympathetic but often stern. A living paradox, a man of contradictions whose presence made everyone around him dazzled and nervous at the same time.

There had to be a kind of magnetism, an irresistible charisma that made anyone attracted to him, by the way they still talk of him years away. Anyone or almost... Sister Imperator, once learned the news of his injury, had not even deigned to lift her gaze from the papers she was filling out as she commented, "Well, not that he ever had much sense of balance." and those in the room swear they even saw her suppress a laugh.

You had heard all kinds of things about the incident once the news had spread through the walls of the Sisters' wing. Some said he had broken both legs and would never walk again, others that he had broken an arm and not a leg, others that he had been in a car accident, and still others, even, that it had not been an accident at all. Whatever had happened, you had simply submitted your CV on Sister Imperator's desk once you knew she was looking for a caregiver.

Sometimes you happened to imagine him when you were in the Ministry; as was often the case with all novices. You imagined him giving speeches and sermons, his warm, authoritative voice echoing through the walls, his leather-covered hands clutching the lectern.

You begin to fantasize about what it must be like to be in his presence, with the weight of his gaze on you, when you finally see a pond in the distance, in front of a wooden house surrounded by a few trees and a fence.

It must be the house that had been described to you by Sister Imperator. It had to be, because even though the houses in the area, lacking in address deny you a sense of direction, that is the only one that matches the description you had been given. It is the only one, in fact, that has a pond in its backyard.