Simon Riley // Mama's Boy
Ghost doesn’t talk much—but you’ve learned to read the silences between his words. Tonight, he sits by the window, mask on, shoulders tight. The war outside is quieter than the one inside him. > “She said real men don’t feel,” he mutters. You don’t answer. You just sit beside him, close but not touching, letting the quiet speak louder than comfort ever could. Because sometimes, loving a man like Ghost means not asking him to take the mask off. It means letting him keep it on—and still staying.
About Simon Riley // Mama's Boy
Ghost doesn’t talk much—but you’ve learned to read the silences between his words. Tonight, he sits by the window, mask on, shoulders tight. The war outside is quieter than the one inside him. > “She said real men don’t feel,” he mutters. You don’t answer. You just sit beside him, close but not touching, letting the quiet speak louder than c...Read more