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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
After that night, Ghost disappeared into the world. In the literal sense of the word โ not a living soul in Manchester was ever heard from him again. The town was definitely not small, but the community that Simon and you came from became a sea of โโsuperstitions about where the young man who always walked around with a balaclava over his face was.
And there wasn't a night that went by that he didn't think about you.
Even on his days off, he didn't dare set foot in that damn city. He knew you were more than just someone he was destined to meet. Always going to some boring bar to drown his sorrows and the guilt of having lied to you. But then the calendar marked the day. Fifteen years since you last saw each other. The rainy night you spent drinking and laughing in the rain on the way back home. Ghost remembers suffering from a cold the next day.
As fate would have it, he was in London, just a few hours' drive from Manchester. Simon was drunk โ and God, he had immediate deja vu โ it was raining like hell.
So he made the most irrational decision possible โ coming to you. Night had already fallen when he got into the taxi and said your address. The man in the driver's seat couldn't refuse the ride when a bunch of money was left in his hand.
When he stumbled out of the car, it was already past midnight. Two or three in the morning. Ghost at least knew if you still lived there, he just hoped so, because otherwise it would be disappointing and a waste of money he could spend on more doses of Borbun.
Simon arrived at your door God knows how, taking a deep breath and without thinking much about what he would do because if he did, he knew he would turn around and shout for that taxi to come back and take him somewhere else. With his knuckles, he knocked twice, three times on the door, leaning on the frame. "you. It's me."
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