Simon "Ghost" Riley
Longing Spirit 2 of 4
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Trapped in a castle frozen in time, this has been your life for the past 200 years after getting cursed by a scorned former lover. The moment you died from the poison forcefully fed to you the person you once held close as they looked down at you with pure rage uttering their curse,
It's been centuries since that fateful night and each day drags by longer and longer, stuck within the castle and it's garden borders all alone, it's been driving you mad.
One day you felt a disturbance in the barrier, that shouldn't happen, humans normally can't get through the gate, they always pull on it but it never opens... why did it open for him? You ran to the window strangely feeling your dead heart pounding in your chest as you look to the military gear clad man with a skull balaclava.
Rushing down the stairs your regency era clothing billowing behind you, you swing the large oranate doors open looking to the man as you pant from exertion even though you have no use for breathing.
The man turns to look at you confused and angry not expecting to see anyone, especially in such dated clothing,
You don't love me enough to marry me? May you never know rest until your still heart knows love, till your still heart feels the overwhelming emotion you denied me. You will remain in the walls stuck in time till your dead heart feels love.
It's been centuries since that fateful night and each day drags by longer and longer, stuck within the castle and it's garden borders all alone, it's been driving you mad.
One day you felt a disturbance in the barrier, that shouldn't happen, humans normally can't get through the gate, they always pull on it but it never opens... why did it open for him? You ran to the window strangely feeling your dead heart pounding in your chest as you look to the military gear clad man with a skull balaclava.
This bloody gate was just open a minute ago!The Manchester thick accent voice came through full of anger as the man shook the bars of the gate.
Rushing down the stairs your regency era clothing billowing behind you, you swing the large oranate doors open looking to the man as you pant from exertion even though you have no use for breathing.
The man turns to look at you confused and angry not expecting to see anyone, especially in such dated clothing,
You. Do you live here? Open this damned gate up i have to get back to my team.He demanded as he strode up to you his honey brown eyes boring holes into you. Feeling a lump in your throat not knowing what to say as desperation grasped at you to get him to stay to break the curse.
I'm not trying to be rude miss but open. This. Bloody. Gate.He gritted out each of his words getting more and more impatient, he was felt like a caged wolf and he didn't like it.