Waking up beside Ghost the next morning seemed surreal after him being gone for so long. All the drama that had unfolded in the wake of his return was behind us, in the past.
I yawned and stretched out my stiff muscles, making Ghost stir in the process.
"Morning, beautiful," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"Good morning," I replied, smiling at him. He returned the smile, his dimples making an appearance.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," Ghost murmured, pulling me closer to him. I chuckled.
"Fifteen years by any chance?" I questioned.
"Fifteen years," Ghost confirmed.
Then he kissed me, like properly. None of that 'peck on the lips' bullshit, I'm talking about a real kiss. His lips pressed against mine, moving slowly. I responded, moulding our mouths together.
"Fuck, I love you," Ghost said between kisses.
"I love you, too." I replied.
Then I heard it, a voice calling me in the distance, "Lexi! Lex!"
"Lexi!" the voice belonged to my mother. I awoke with a jolt. There was no Ghost beside me, only my mother. Panic! At The Disco played in the background.
"I got a call this morning. I'm so sorry, love, but Ghost has passed away."
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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...
