Ghost of the Past

Heartbeat

After I had recovered from our little kiss, Ghost got up and pulled me up with him. I noticed how he winced when my weight put pressure on his arm. Oh, Ghost.

"C'mon, you're spending the night at mine." Ghost spoke, his tone leaving no room for an objection. Nodding my head, I followed him to where he had parked his car before climbing in.

The wheels screeched against the asphalt road as we drove away from the railway tracks and in the direction of Ghost's house.

"Why did you do it?" I questioned, my voice quiet and sincere. Ghost knew exactly what I was talking about.

"Because it's the only pain I can control. All the other pain I feel is uncontrollable, I have no power over it," Ghost replied lowly, "why did you try to do it?"

"Because I couldn't bear the thought of living alone anymore," I answered Ghost's question, "I'm alone and I hate it. The thing I hate the most is that I don't care that I'm alone, it's what I deserve."

"You'll never be alone, not whilst I'm around." Ghost whispered, his voice deep. His house loomed before us, dark and unwelcoming.

We both silently got out of the car and walked to his front door. Ghost unlocked the door before entering and dragging me along behind him. He closed the door and kicked off his shoes before reaching down and pulling my own shoes off.

Ghost then swept me off my feet. Literally.

I was being carried bridal style up the stairs and into Ghost's room before being placed gently on his bed. I watched him as he strolled over to his wardrobe, taking out his favourite band t-shirt and a pair of boxers. The clothes were thrown in my direction, hitting me in the chest.

I wordlessly stripped off my own shirt before putting Ghost's on, proceding to do the same with my jeans and underwear. Ghost's eyes never left mine, never once roamed my body but simply delved into my mind instead.

I placed my discarded clothes in a pile next to the bed and watched as Ghost changed. No longer was his body toned and muscled. His ribs were prominent through his pale skin, his collarbones poking out. His arms were thin, tattoos covering some of the scars that laced them. His hips jutted out like a cows, sharp and boney.

Then I got up. Ghost looked surprised at my sudden movement and even more so when I walked towards him. I rested my hands on his shoulders, staring into his dull, cobalt eyes. My hands trailed down his body, down his now-scrawny chest and ribcage, over his boney hips. I felt him shiver beneath my touch, his breath catching in his throat.

"What has the world done to you?" I murmured, pressing my lips against his neck. Our chests now touched, our heartbeats racing.

Ghost's hands found their way to my hair, his fingers running through it rhymically. I leant against his gaunt figure, trailing my lips along his neck and collarbones. One of his hands left my hair, placing itself on my hip and pushing me towards the bed.

We both lay down together, intertwined.

My head now rested in the crook of Ghost's neck, his head resting above mine. My hand was placed delicately on his chest, above his heart, his hand still on my hip. The remaining hand that was in my hair now trailed down the my thigh, lifting it up and hooking it over his waist.

"Lex," Ghost broke the silence.

"Mhm," I replied lazily, enjoying the feel of myself draped over him in this intimate fashion.

"I fucking love you," Ghost said, kissing the top of my head.

"I fucking love you too, Ghost," I mused, tilting my head up to smile softly at him. He smiled back, leaning down the peck my lips. My stomach twinged, feeling warm and fuzzy.

"Your heart is racing," I told Ghost, feeling his heartbeat speed up underneath my fingers.

"That's all you, darling," Ghost chuckled, his fingers locking with the hand that rested on his chest. I smiled to myself.

He's yours. Never let him go.