Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

The room felt heavy with unresolved emotions, but a glimmer of hope shone through the cracks of betrayal. As you and Simon stood there, hands intertwined, a sense of fragile understanding passed between you. The wounds were deep, but the shared commitment to mend what was broken gave a sliver of comfort in the tumultuous aftermath. Simon's eyes held a mix of gratitude and determination as he met your gaze, silently vowing to prove himself worthy of your trust once more. Your thoughts then went to the doctors words, you could be carrying his child. You pulled your hand away from Simon's grasp, the weight of the revelation settling on your shoulders once again.

The possibility of bringing a child into the tumultuous situation between you and Simon added a layer of complexity to an already fragile dynamic. Simon's expression shifted from hope to confusion as he registered the sudden change in your demeanor. "Y/n, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you met his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "I need some time to process everything," you replied softly, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. "It's not just about us anymore." Simon's eyes widened with confusion, his features contorted with a blend of shock and uncertainty. The room felt suffocating once again, the fragile hope of reconciliation overshadowed by the daunting prospect of parenthood in the midst of chaos.

As you turned away from Simon, everything felt so uncertain, so fragile in that moment as you grappled with the enormity of what that could mean for both of you. With each heartbeat, the weight of the situation seemed to grow heavier, pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Simon's voice broke through your swirling thoughts, his tone laced with urgency. "Y/n, please talk to me," he implored, his hand reaching out tentatively as if to bridge the distance between you once more. You flinched at his touch, the conflicting emotions churning inside you making it hard to accept comfort from the very source of your turmoil. "I need space, Simon," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you struggled to keep your composure. His hand fell back to his side, a look of helplessness crossing his face as he watched you retreat further into yourself. The room felt heavy with unsaid words and unresolved tension, the impending storm of emotions threatening to engulf you both in its wake.

With a heavy heart, you made your way to the door, the need for solace and clarity propelling you forward. Each step felt like an eternity as you tried to process the whirlwind of revelations that had turned your world upside down. With a heavy heart, you closed the door behind you, clutching your belongings tightly. The weight of the conversation still lingered in your mind and you couldn't bear to stay in that room any longer. "Where are you going?" Alex's voice called out from the stairs, interrupting your thoughts. "I think I want to be with Soap right now," you replied, letting out a sigh. "Alright, I'll see you in the morning," he said with a soft smile. "Goodnight," you muttered, already making your way down the hall towards Soap's room. The cool A/C brushed against your skin, calming your nerves. You knocked gently on his door and heard him call out for you to enter. As soon as he saw you, Soap sat up fully on his bed, concern etched on his features. "You alright lass?" he asked with genuine worry. You nodded, unable to find the words to express how you were feeling. 

"Thought I'd come say hey," you managed to say, gesturing towards his room which was filled with comforting warmth and faint traces of his cologne as you found solace in his familiar presence. Soap's eyes softened with understanding, an unspoken offer of support evident in his gaze. Without a word, he shifted on the bed, making room for you to sit beside him. The silence between you was comforting, the unspoken understanding of shared camaraderie weaving an invisible thread of connection between your souls. As you sat there, the weight of the evening's revelations slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of peace in Soap's company. His presence was a balm to your turbulent emotions, offering a respite from the storm raging within you. "Thank you for being here," you finally whispered, breaking the quietude that enveloped the room. Soap simply smiled softly, his eyes reflecting warmth and unwavering support. "Anytime, lass," he replied gently, his Scottish brogue soothing to your ears.