𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘮𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

We grew up in the same city but lived two different lifestyles- I was the good girl who believed love could change him. He was the bad boy who swore the streets were all he knew. They called him Ghost because he disappeared when people needed him most - but to me, he was the only thing that ever felt real. We fell in love between prayers and gunshots, between dreams of leaving and the reality that kept us trapped. It was just fading chances..