I woke up the next morning in my bed, a weight slung over my waist. I twisted my head around to see a sleeping Kaspar. A very naked, sleeping Kaspar, next to a very naked me. Memories of last night came rushing back and I groaned.
Oh, no.
Kaspar snorted in his sleep next to me, drifting back into consciousness. His big, blue eyes blinked at me, noticing my nakedness. He glanced down at himself, peeking under the duvet to clarify that we were both without clothes.
"Well, this is awkward," Kaspar coughed, his eyes looking anywhere but at me.
"I agree, it doesn't get much more awkward than this," a new voice spoke, I whipped my head to where my bedroom door was to see Ghost stood there, his arms crossed over his chest.
Oh, bollocks. What were you thinking, Lexi?!
"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath. I had no idea when Ghost got here, he's so silent. He literally just appears. Sly little bastard.
"Oh fuck, indeed," Ghost agrees, "care to tell me how this happened then?"
His voice was eerily calm meaning he was past the point of blind rage and was mentally ripping Kaspar and I to shreds.
"Fuck," Kaspar spoke up, "Ghost, I'm so sorry. Th-This wasn't meant to happen. I don't know what came over us, I-"
"Stop, just stop." Ghost said, his voice emotionless, "stop and get out."
Kaspar, for once in his life, actually listened, got dressed and got out.
"So," I spoke, attempting to get a conversation going. Ghost just raised one perfect eyebrow at me. Damn you and your perfectness.
I sighed before trying again, "look, Ghost, I wasn't thinking straight. You made me mad and I in return made you mad. That's how this works, it's what we do. Kaspar just happened to get in the way."
"Maybe 'this' should stop then," Ghost suggested, gesturing between us, "I mean, it's not exactly healthy. I've just got out of the army for Christ's sake, I can't be dealing with this shit!"
"What?" I asked, my voice hoarse, "what do you mean, 'stop this'? Are you saying you don't want to be friends anymore?"
His absent answer answered my question for me. He deliberately avoided eye contact, his cobalt eyes not searching mine for a change but instead my eyes searching for his.
"Fine then, if that's how you want it to be," I said monotonously, wrapping the bed sheet around me and getting out of the bed, "go."
He went.
Ghost left you. He'd actually gone, without a word. Without a single goodbye or anything. So much for 15 years of friendship, ey?
What's wrong with me? Why do I ruin everything?
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Ghost of the Past
Short Story*CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN; NEW VERSION COMING SOON* What would you do if your best friend of 15 years upped and left for the army? If they left you, knowing there's a good chance they'll be coming back home in a wooden box? How about if that best f...
