Novel & Cerita Ghost Of Love

"I'm sorry, Cap. It's because of me... I was blinded by love. I thought she was different from other girls I trained." "It's not your fault," I say sternly, averting my eyes to the person who fucking pissed me off. "You fell into their web and caught you in it." "I'm sorry," Ghost whispers. I know he means it. We don't believe that it's our fault which we choose to be with. I know Ghost was seeing someone, the girl he mentioned before. He didn't think his girlfriend was the mole and part of the Order to infiltrate our agency. The Order will use anything to find the weakness, and being in love is one of the significant flaws.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

Why hadn’t she thought of stopping time earlier? Seeing the woman I love suffer the most is slowly killing me. (A/n: 5 SOS Ghost of you) Here I am waking up, still can't sleep on your side There's your coffee cup, thr lipstick stain fades with time If I can dream long enough, you'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine I saw her mile but tears dripped from her eyes. I took her hand and closed my eyes. So i drown it out like i always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

I would be a ghost haunting the ruins of a love that was too big for my chest to hold. “Say something, babe,” he whispered, his voice trembling as he traced his thumb over my bottom lip, his touch so tender it hurt. “I…” I started, my voice failing me. He tilted his head, brushing his lips lightly against mine in a ghost of a kiss. It only lasted a second, but it sent my heart into a violent spike, a pulse of electricity that demanded I surrender. “Let’s give it a try,” I finally breathed out.

And through the searing alchemical fire of vulnerability and hard-won perseverance, the Ghostwriter would be reborn from the ashes of his own destruction. I am a storyteller, a dreamer - and no matter how many times the world attempted to shatter him, the brave face would burn ever brighter. Woven not from arrogant facade, but the purifying bullion of the Soul Refiners' flames. In that moment, I could feel the stirrings of its molten heat licking at my tattered essence. And I welcomed the rebirth, no matter how excruciating, to burn away the specter of Hailey's phantoms at last.

Third Person's Narrative; Sia had arrived at Amos's house not long after Alex and has been standing outside Amos's room alongside his nurse. Just like the nurse, Sia heard most of what transpired between Alex and Amos in the room, but the nurse's face takes a confused twist when Sia covers her nose with her flexed elbow to dry the tears escaping both her eyes. She runs out of the house weeping, and if one didn't know any better, they could say Amos's love for Alex hits Sia in a different way. What's going on with Sia? Why is she so hurt by this? Song for the moment -Grace by Lewis Capaldi

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

But I see it. I fucking see it. The room sways again, the weight of exhaustion dragging at me, but I fight it, if only because I need to hold onto this moment. Because for the first time since that fucking wedding, I see the truth—Ghost has always loved me. Always. And maybe I hate how we got here. Maybe I hate what he did. But right now, all I know is that I don’t want to leave him. I don’t want to slip back into that darkness.

"Aureliano calls me a child. Ciro looks at me like I'm a broken dog." He drags himself higher until his face is level with mine. His eyes are red-rimmed, swimming with liquid. The pupils are blown wide, swallowing the golden-brown iris. "But you see me, don't you?" He reaches out. His fingers tremble as they touch my cheek. "I think I love you, Ghost." The words land like stones on my chest. Heavy. suffocating. dangerous. I stare at him. I feel a wave of revulsion so strong it tastes like bile.

She was still breathing. “Thank goodness, she's still alive,” the ghost grimaced and let out a deep sigh. “Bro, what are you doing? Who cares if she's dead?” Tiger fumed at the ghost. He was yet to understand the sudden affection from the ghost. “Stay out of this, mate. You're losing your mind,” the ghost yelled at Tiger and pushed him on the chest. After scanning the room, Ghost found a bucket filled with water. Without hesitation, he took the bucket and emptied it on Ciara's body.