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The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

the pink-haired girl said, her eyes going wide as she leaned over the table, breaking my personal space boundary. "Excuse me?" I stammered, pulling my elbows back closer to my body. "Can I help you guys with something?" "Are you serious right now?" the girl with the matcha latte asked, letting out a breathless laugh. She flipped her phone around, shoving the screen directly into my face. "You’re literally the girl from the viral TikTok video. Look at this." My eyes locked onto the glowing screen, and my heart instantly plummeted straight through the floorboards.

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I have no friends, no one to talk to, and no one to check in with. So, like a sad little ghost of my past life, I spent most of the week stalking people I swore I was done with. I logged into my fake account, one I used to roll my eyes at but now cling to like a lifeline. I started with Martin and Kimberly’s pages. Nothing new. Just old photos of forced smiles and staged perfection. Typical. Then Kiara.

He spoke up again, "Hey, it's okay, you know. I can understand you must be going through tough times to behave like that. So, you don't have to be like this." With his words, I turned to him after a few moments. There was no humor or something in his eyes but just warmth as he smiled at me. For some reason, my embarrassment was fading away and I tried to smile back, "Thank you." "That's better." He said as he settled on the chair at my desk, "Anyways, I am Tristan Hoult." He held out his hand for a handshake. I went through an inner battle to reach for it and at last did, "Eden McBride."

"It will work." Haley tapped the screen. A split image appeared. The fake video on one side, her live face on the other. "My mole is mirrored. My ring light reflection is wrong. My voice has no caffeine rasp. Also, fake me says, 'look at Jack Miller,' like a tragic podcast girlfriend. I would say, 'check the boring rich guy with villain cheekbones.'" Ben's voice crackled in Jack's earpiece. "Online sentiment turning. Wait. Bot surge incoming." The comments changed.

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She tightened her grip and continued with her insults, "This funeral will happen as planned, and as for your mother's ashes? I'll throw them into the sea like the latest trend, and no one will even know!" I was furious, but Gina just patted my face and walked away with a smirk. As she left, I stopped the livestream on my phone. Let's see if she could keep smiling after this. Gina had built her public image as a brave cancer warrior, documenting her supposed battle with terminal illness on social media. She had even gained millions of followers from it. However, my livestream had exposed her true colors, and the internet was in shock. [What a manipulative hypocrite!]

It makes me happy to think so, to imagine a little girl decorating her room like a princess’s turret. It makes me sad, too, but I don’t dwell on it. My phone buzzes again. I roll over to my side to check it. you aren’t gonna ghost me, are you? Oh, he’s nervous. That’s so cute. He’s a really confident guy. It’s kind of nice knowing he’s a little uncertain, too. no way. i hate ghosts. He sends me a ghost emoji. I send him the barfing smiley face and go back to staring around my empty room.

Watching all the donations and subscriptions pouring in on the livestream, I was so furious that my hands trembled. Chris was lying on the bed. Although he did not have hands, he used his face to gently rub my cheek. There was pain in his eyes, but there was also encouragement. I took a deep breath, held his face and kissed the scars that had healed yet remained hideous. "Don't worry, honey. If it's popularity they want, I'll give them a big boost." I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife".