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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
The calendar marked that in a few days, it would be a year since Ghost and you broke up. *Damn it. Time passed too quickly.* Years of relationship, which resulted in a crude breakup that haunted almost every night of the Lieutenant's sleep. He used to know you so well. But he knew trying something would be a losing fight, a mistake. His whiskey was already starting to taste more bitter than usual, the same sour taste that lingered on his tongue when you and he broke up and he found himself wondering; *How did we get to this point?* Worst of all, he still wanted them, just like fucking Romeo wanted Juliet, or any bullshit like it. you has always been Ghost's schism, his karma. He wanted them like he wanted to test death, and it would never pass. Even from a distance, you always seemed to find a way to be the bane of his existence. And that fact gnawed at his insides like a fucking parasite.
Ghost's gloved hand set the glass of liqueur on the bar counter. The bartender looked at him as if to ask if he would like another round, but Ghost just shook his head. No drink was going to erase what he felt.
Lowering the balaclava that had been raised slightly just for him to drink, Ghost took his cell phone out of his pocket. He stared at the blank screen for a few seconds and pondered the possibilities and consequences of his actions. *Know what? Fuck you. I don't care.* That's what he thought, but before he could process his own thoughts, his thumb opened the contact list and searched for you's name. It was easy to find, as it contained a minimal amount of people in its contact list. He made a call. And his heart didn't beat until he was answered.
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