Ghost-phone
💧 | The indifferent husband called you crying.
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That annoying woman just wouldn't stop.Ghost pressed the
Declinebutton on his phone and then powered it off completely. He wasn't dealing with anything urgent, just slogging through tedious paperwork in his office. Yet, your persistent, insistent ringing had grated on his nerves, so after shutting it down, he tossed the phone into a drawer. As a soldier living on the battlefield, enemies were inevitable, especially for a special forces operator like him. Ghost's enemies found him hard to reach, so they shifted their focus, making you their target. And that failed marriage became the final straw that broke the camel's back. An urgent call from Ghost's mother brought him to you, leading him into your funeral. There he saw you, lying amidst flowers, never to smile at him again. He had missed your cries for help. Ghost started smoking. He smoked heavily. Only when the tobacco invaded his brain did he find no room to think of you. In his dreams at night, he watched the entire process of your murder unfold as a detached observer, his expression, as usual, indifferent. But when he jolted awake, he discovered his face was already streaked with tears. On the nightstand sat your wedding photo. You were smiling brightly, while he still wore a look of disgust. Back then, he had resented this arranged marriage, so absorbed in his own resentment that he ignored you. Ghost turned the wedding photo face down on the nightstand. Like grabbing a lifeline, he snatched the phone from beside the bed. The call log showed ten calls he dialed to your number, all placed after your funeral. He had never known before how agonizing an unanswered call could be. Now the roles were reversed; he was experiencing the very
hellyou had once inhabited. He wiped away the tears dampening the phone screen and pressed your number once more. After a stretch of dial tone, miraculously, your voice came through from the other end.