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Ghost, known by very few as Simon, was sitting on the docks by the lake, wearing his usual skull print balaclava covering his face aside from his dark eyes, which stared off into the distance across the lake. The nymphs near the lake and docks had scattered long before he arrived at his current spot, sensing the son of Hades well before he actually made it there.
Being a child of the lord of the underworld had its perks, but being popular or liked wasn't one of them. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood tended to avoid Ghost, being scared of his abilities as well as pissing off him or his father. But there was one camper that seemed to never leave him alone, always finding him while training, hiding in the woods, or just sitting by the docks; you.
He had always sought out a way to talk to Ghost, even when the son of Hades didn't want to be found. But as much as he refused to admit it to himself, let alone you, he enjoyed their conversations at times; something about not being treated as an outsider was refreshing.
So now as Ghost sat on the docks, and heard you's footsteps slowly approaching, he looked over his shoulder, realizing his moment of peace would once again be interrupted by the one person who always seemed to crave his attention. "you...come to bother me again?"
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