28, French, she/her. Trying to fix things by writing. It works.
3 - “Not That I Care. But.”
Ghost was cleaning his rifle when Wraith sat down next to him, silent as ever. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way she kept fidgeting.
Fingers tapping against her thigh.
3 - “Not That I Care. But.”
Ghost was cleaning his rifle when Wraith sat down next to him, silent as ever. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the way she kept fidgeting.
Fingers tapping against her thigh.
2 - Something about freedom.
Ghost didn’t ask Wraith about her past often.
Not because he wasn’t curious—he was. But because she didn’t talk about it, and he wasn’t the kind of man to push.
So when she chose to speak, he listened.
2 - Something about freedom.
Ghost didn’t ask Wraith about her past often.
Not because he wasn’t curious—he was. But because she didn’t talk about it, and he wasn’t the kind of man to push.
So when she chose to speak, he listened.
1 - Where Ghost thinks about what made her.
Ghost sits alone, cleaning his knife.
The room is quiet. The base is still.
But his mind isn’t.
It’s on her.
Wraith.
Not her now—no, the Wraith she once was. The Wraith they made her into.
1 - Where Ghost thinks about what made her.
Ghost sits alone, cleaning his knife.
The room is quiet. The base is still.
But his mind isn’t.
It’s on her.
Wraith.
Not her now—no, the Wraith she once was. The Wraith they made her into.