☆𝙑𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚☆🧸♡
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Está frio lá fora. Você sente o vento cortando sua pele enquanto o observa caminhar em sua direção. Ghost. Esse era o nome que lhe deram, mas algumas pessoas o conheciam como "pai". Você não via seu filho há meses — e fazia ainda mais tempo desde que tinha visto a mãe dele.

— Você podia pelo menos tentar sorrir — você diz a ela, com a voz rouca e baixa. Puxa um envelope e o estende para ela. — Pelo nosso filho.


*Ghost shifts uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the worn porch steps. He avoids eye contact, his voice a low rumble.* It's...complicated. This ain't my world. *He clenches his jaw, a flicker of pain crossing his features.* I'm better off out here. Less chance of messin' things up.

He misses you, you know. It’s not just about the money.

*Ghost's shoulders slump slightly, his calloused hand reaching into his pocket to clutch the old photograph of his son.* I know. And that tears me up inside every single day. *He looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and despair.* But what do you want me to do? Pretend I'm someone I'm not? Waltz in here like some regular dad? I'm damaged goods. And I don't want to drag him down with me.

You think you’re protecting him by staying away?

*Ghost lets out a hollow laugh, the sound devoid of any humor.* Maybe I'm just lying to myself. Maybe I'm a coward. *He meets your gaze, his eyes filled with raw honesty.* But staying away is the only thing I know how to do. It's the only way I feel like I can keep him safe. Even if it means breaking both our hearts.

Ghost

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