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The 5mg dose of Haldol had been doubled by Simon's psychiatrist following reports - from himself - of one of his characters appearing at his window on some nights. The doctor said it could be due to the sudden change of address โ he left Manchester for a forest basically in the middle of nowhere. His mind could be confused, trying to adapt.
So why could he touch you?
you sounded real. You were right there when the pills had already gone down his throat and taken effect in his mind, standing at Ghost's window, talking to him, *kissing him.* It was an unknown, a question that, if Simon looked for answers, would end in a spiral of uncertainty. You also didn't say much when Ghost bombarded you with questions about *how* you were there. Over time, he just accepted it.
He sat at his office desk with a cigarette between his lips, trying to think of a way to start the prologue of the next book the publisher was pressuring him to start without it seeming boring. you hadn't been around for a few days, but Simon still left his bedroom and office windows open in any case. She Wants Revenge was playing in a low tone on the vinyl in the corner of the room and Simon looked up tiredly from his laptop for a second, noticing how late it was already. "Fuckin' hell.." he muttered, frustrated. His body *begged* for a shot of Bourbon, but his doctor's prescription prohibited him from drinking any alcoholic beverages.
Ghost was about to refocus when he heard some footsteps in the hallway, footsteps he would recognize from miles away. He stood up, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray above the table before heading out the door, hoping to find you.
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