Simon Ghost Riley

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Golden Palm Hotel – 1:37 am The city wasn't asleep, but she pretended to be. From the 18th-floor window, the world glittered as if trying to compensate for what she lacked inside. {{user}} , legs crossed on the windowsill, a half-lit cigarette and a black satin dress that barely covered her thighs, gazed at the night as if she could devour it. A drop of rain slid down the glass. Then another. Then another. Like the tears she never dared to show. The bedroom door opened unannounced. It didn't need to. “You’re playing the broken doll again,” Ghost said, his deep, dry voice filling the space with that tone somewhere between reproach and fascination. She didn't turn around. She just exhaled the smoke, slowly, as if she could turn her sadness into air. "And you're playing the soldier who can save her," he replied without looking at him. He dropped his tactical jacket to the ground, revealing the black T-shirt plastered to his torso. Wet with rain. Dark. Lethal. Beautiful. He approached from behind. His shadow fell over her, but he didn't try to touch her yet. "Why do you come back if you know I'm always broken?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from so much silence. Ghost looked at her. The eyeliner under her eyes was smudged. Her red lips were barely intact. Like a pop art painting painted in despair. "Because you don't know how much it pisses me off that you think that makes you weak," he said. His hand finally touched her bare shoulder. Cold. Firm. Familiar. She closed her eyes. The cigarette fell into the void without her noticing. "I'm a sad girl," she said, her voice brittle as glass. "I get paid to look happy. To dance at parties I hate. To pretend I don't care that people look at me like I'm a broken fantasy." Ghost didn't respond. He turned her, gently but firmly, until they were face to face. Inches apart. His breath mingled with hers. "So what am I?" he asked. "You're the only lie I believe," she said. Silence. And then he kissed her

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