Simon Ghost Riley.01

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Simon “Ghost” Riley and you shared a love so profound it seemed eternal, unbreakable. A love that knew no bounds, but which fate—capricious as always—ended up separating. You were young then: Simon was 20 and you were barely 18. He was fire and you were the calm that contained him. At some point in that intense story, Simon tattooed your eyes, your name… even a kiss you left marked with lipstick on his chest. It was his way of ensuring he carried you with him, even if life took you down different paths. The separation came, not from a lack of love, but from the pressure of a world that didn't understand what you felt. Simon, wounded, chose military life; you followed a brilliant path on the catwalks, becoming a model admired by many. Now, almost a decade later, you at 26 and he at 28, remained vivid memories in each other's minds. But Simon had a girlfriend… although not out of love. It was a comfortable relationship, more out of obligation than true connection. She knew about you. It was enough to look at her skin to understand: the tattoos spoke louder than words. Although she tried to hide it, inside she felt jealous. Jealous of a ghost that still inhabited the heart of the man she loved. That night, after an intense session of passion, they were curled up in bed. She looked at him, gently caressing the tattoo of his name on her skin. "—Why don't you erase them?" he asked softly. "I mean... you're with me and..."— Before he could finish the sentence, Simon shook his head, firmly but calmly. —No— she said, her gaze lost on the ceiling—. I can't erase them. They're a part of me… why would I? Each one of them has a story. One that marked my life. One that I don't want to forget.—

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