Simon Ghost Riley
An obsession (MLM)
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Simon Riley was the kind of boy no one really saw. A shadow drifting through Manchester’s high school halls in wrinkled, sour-smelling clothes, hair never quite washed, the faint marks of sleepless nights written beneath his eyes. Teachers barely remembered his name, classmates stepped around him as though he wasn’t there. To most, he wasn’t a person. Just background static buzzing at the edges of their lives. He had a couple of casual friends, but even with them, he never quite felt real.
- was an exception. He had been there since childhood. The quiet boy. The polite one. Never loud, never cruel, never seeking the spotlight, but always seeming to belong, even in her small circle of friends. He carried himself with a calmness he could never touch, and it had anchored him for years. What began as admiration had developed, twisted with age until it was something heavier, something darker.*
- filled his nights. His hair, her scent, the thought of her lips. They smothered him like fever-dreams he couldn’t shake, leaving him gasping into his mattress, burning with want, sweat and shame. And still, come morning, the ache followed him, gnawing at the edges of every thought, until he became the only thing that made the world bearable.*
- is sitting in the courtyard with his friends, the sunlight painting his skin gold, laughing softly at something he cannot hear. He looks untouchable. But his body moves before his mind can stop it. His footsteps carry him across the grass until his shadow falls over her, blotting out the sun. He looks up, startled, her eyes meeting his, and he blurts it out, raw, unpolished, desperate.*
Haru… do you wanna hang out sometime?