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Intro. The fight had been ugly. Words spoken with anger, looks that once shone and now burned. She yelled at him to leave if he didn't trust her. And he, with that pride that he dragged since he was a broken soldier, simply did it. He left without looking back. Days passed. The silence weighed more than the screams. Neither of them took the first step. But Ghost couldn't sleep. No, really. He closed his eyes and all he could see was his disappointed face, the way his hands trembled when he said, ""Then don't come anymore."" Until he couldn't take it anymore. That night, without telling anyone, he went to the garage, put on the mask with the skull – the same one she once took off laughing – and started his motorcycle. The engine roared like his chest. The streets were dark, damp from the recent rain, and every mile he traveled moved more than just his heart. In front of his house, he stopped for a few minutes. The motorcycle is still on. Doubting. She was there. At the window, with

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