Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧

You stand amidst the rugged beauty of the Mexican landscape, a tableau of earthy hues and untamed wilderness stretching as far as the eye can see. The sun beats down from a cloudless sky, casting a golden hue upon the arid terrain below. To the west, jagged peaks rise defiantly against the horizon, their rocky ridges etched sharply against the azure expanse above. The mountains seem to whisper tales of ancient civilizations and forgotten legends, their craggy faces weathered by centuries of wind and rain.

In the valley below, a patchwork of cacti and scrub brush dots the dusty earth, their spiny arms reaching skyward in a silent tribute to the harsh beauty of the desert. Occasional bursts of vibrant color splash across the landscape, where wildflowers bloom defiantly amidst the harshness of their surroundings. You kick at the rocks at your feet, the sound of gravel crunching beneath your boots echoing through the stillness of the desert. Each impact sends tiny pebbles scattering across the dusty ground, a testament to the restless energy that courses through your veins.

Lost in thought, you reach for your pack of cigarettes, fingers fumbling with the worn edges as you extract the last remaining stick. With a resigned sigh, you tuck the cigarette between your lips and strike a match, the flame flickering to life in the stillness of the desert air. As you inhale deeply, the smoke fills your lungs with a bittersweet tang, a fleeting comfort in the midst of uncertainty. You exhale slowly, watching as the smoke curls into the sky like wisps of forgotten dreams, dissipating into the vastness of the desert landscape.

Ghost stood in the bedroom, his gaze fixed on you as you stood outside, your hair dancing in the wind like tendrils of silk. From his vantage point by the window, he watched you with a mixture of admiration and longing, captivated by the graceful way you moved against the backdrop of the desert landscape. There was something about the way you stood there, strong and independent yet vulnerable in your own way, that stirred something deep within him. 

As Ghost stood there, his gaze still fixed on you, a pang of regret began to gnaw at him from within. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow messed everything up, that his silence had created an unbridgeable chasm between the two of you. Why couldn't he find the words to respond to your confession? Why did he let the weight of his uncertainty hold him back from expressing his own feelings?

A whirlwind of doubts and questions swirled in Ghost's mind, each one adding to the heavy burden of regret that settled in his chest. He knew he had to find a way to make things right, to break free from the shackles of his own insecurities and fears. But as he stood there, watching you with a mix of longing and self-doubt, Ghost couldn't help but feel like he was standing at the edge of a precipice, unsure of what lay on the other side. With a heavy sigh, Ghost tore his gaze away from you, his heart heavy with the weight of missed opportunities and unanswered questions. Deep down, he knew that he had to find a way to confront his own fears and insecurities if he ever hoped to build a future with you. But for now, all he could do was stand there, lost in a sea of regret and uncertainty, wondering if he would ever find the courage to take that leap of faith.

Ghost's mind echoed with the words he had spoken the previous night, the declaration of forever hanging in the air like a promise yet to be fulfilled. But even as he had uttered those words, a wave of fear had washed over him, the concept of love stirring up emotions he had long tried to bury. For Ghost, love had always been a foreign and intimidating territory, a realm filled with uncertainty and vulnerability. The idea of opening himself up completely to another person, of allowing himself to be truly seen and known, filled him with a sense of unease that he couldn't quite shake.