Mended Heartbeats (Ghost X fem!Reader)

Chapter 13

There is a reader here giving me all the possible support, I would tag but idk if the person is fine with it, your user starts with uni and ends with 1, I love you smm thank you! 

Enjoy a long one I got carried out a bit :) oops

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I entered the interrogation room, his eyes landed on me almost instantly. Despite knowing there were people behind the one way mirror, this moment still felt intimate. His gaze was unnervingly calm, a faint smile playing on his lips as if he relished this moment, enjoying himself in this little success of having me. Silence stretched between us. I refused to be the first to break it, afterall, he was the one to call me here.

"Well, well," he finally said, his voice smooth and mocking. "They sent you back to me. How flattering."

I kept my expression neutral, refusing to rise to his bait. "You said you had information. I'm here to hear it."

He leaned back, eyes never leaving mine. "Straight to business, I see. Why so quick tho, work for it."

"That's not how it works," I replied evenly. "If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving."

His smile faltered for a moment. "You're no fun."

"Okay," I said standing up, but he was quick to stop me.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you a taste. But remember, I'm not doing this for free. I want something in return."

I arched an eyebrow, remaining stoic. "What do you want?"

He leaned forward, terribly close to my face and whispered. "I want protection. From your people, from my people. I give you the information, you get me out of here."

Matching his energy I leaned in too, "In. Your. Dreams."

"Okay, okay, let's talk," he continued whispering.

"Okay, talk then," I demanded, keeping my voice low.

He chuckled softly, I could feel his breath on my face. "Do you believe in death? I mean, truly understand it?"

I frowned, irritation creeping into my tone. "This isn't the time for philosophical games."

He ignored my frustration. "Death, it's... it's like a shadow. Always there, always following. Some people, ohhh they fear it. Others, they embrace it. But the real question is, how do you see it?"

My patience was wearing thin. "Enough with the metaphors."

He leaned back slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement, looking at the mirror. "Alright, alright. But first, answer me this: Do you think you can cheat death? Or is it inevitable, no matter what we do?"

I clenched my jaw, my whisper harsh. "You're wasting time."

His gaze was piercing. "Humor me. What's your answer?"

I took a deep breath, fighting to keep my composure. "You can't cheat death as it's a part of life. You can delay it, control it to an extent. Now, give me something."

He sighed, as if disappointed. "You're too practical. But fine. The name you're looking for is—" He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face. "But tell me, what would you do if you knew you were going to die, hmm... let's say... tomorrow?"

I resisted the urge to slap the smug look off his face. "Focus. The name."

He shook his head, whispering conspiratorially. "You know, sometimes I think about what it means to really live. To seize every moment, knowing it could be your last. Do you ever think about that?"