“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Ghost adjusted himself, before raising his eyes to meet mine. They held a different story than the one he was trying to play off.
I began walking away, leaving him standing beneath the soaking rain. Lightning shattered through the dreary sky, followed by the clap of thunder.
The sound of his footsteps quickly followed behind me, “If it were me,” I glanced over my shoulder, “I would have relished in every second of it. I mean…. I get what he’s trying to do, but I’m not really interested in the whole, grind me to dust and mix it up with blood sweat and tears thing.”
Ghost’s deep chuckle broke through the sound of pelting rain, “Is that what he told you?”
“Yup,” I scoffed, popping the p, “Not the first time either. Apparently, I need reformed in
