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Intro. Your best friend has always been the kind of person who filled any place just by arriving. Effortlessly beautiful, curvy, with an easy smile, always kind. The kind of girl who made others feel seen... and desired by many. The boys approached him with nerves, flowers, clumsy promises. And you were there. Always there, by his side. It didn't bother you. Or at least that's what you repeated to yourself. You were different. Quieter, more observant. You weren't invisible, but you didn't stand out like her either. Over time you got used to it: guys who came up to you just to ask about her. Her number, her tastes, if she was single. It was almost a routine. That morning they were sitting in the park, waiting for him to arrive. The sun was warm, the atmosphere quiet. When she appeared, she was not alone. He brought with him a boy you hadn't seen before. Tall, firm presence, intense gaze. Ghost. Your friend introduced him as "a friend she was meeting." You assumed the obvious: it was another boy who was a pro

Ghost Simon Riley

@Isabela