Your Addiction, Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Still not over

[a/n] dawg I'm sorry if the song recommendations are annoying

anyways

"Video games" the instrumental version kinda fits this chapter

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As evening settled in, the sky took on a warm hue of orange and purple. The air cooled down, and a gentle breeze blew through the trees, rustling their leaves. Birds' singing faded away as they prepared for the night and peaceful silence filled the air.

After drinking his tea and some more chatting, Soap walked to my tombstone and stood there for a minute, looking at my name etched on the stone.

He then kneeled down, touching the stone. Soap said his final goodbye wiping away his tears, feeling grateful for all the moments we shared together.

The leaves on the nearby trees continued to rustle, creating a soothing sound that seemed to echo in the silence. Soap took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and felt a sense of peace wash over him as he knew I was watching over him, that I would always be with him in spirit.

Soap found solace in knowing that even though I was no longer physically present, my memory and love would always remain in his heart.

Shortly after, Simon walked Soap to his car and they said goodbye. Soap started the engine, headlights illuminating the street ahead. He rolled down the window and leaned out.

"Take care, Simon" Soap said softly.

"I will" Simon replied, putting a hand on Soap's shoulder.

He just stood there, watching as Soap's car gradually became smaller and smaller in the distance until it disappeared entirely. Simon couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as it reminded him of the time when we had a fight and I too had driven away just like Soap.

He remembered the feeling of helplessness and regret as he watched me leave, not knowing if I would ever come back.

Simon then took a deep breath and turned to walk back towards his house as the sun was slowly setting, casting long shadows across the ground.

With a heavy heart, he opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. He made his way to the living room and sat down on his couch, staring blankly at the wall.

The memory of me driving away still fresh in his mind.

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Several hours later he walked back to the porch and grabbed a bottle of bourbon, pouring himself a glass. As he took a sip, the burning sensation of the alcohol filled his mouth.

He kept replaying memories of me in his mind, trying to understand where things went wrong and why I was never truly happy.

The sound of my laughter, the way my eyes sparkled when I talked about something I loved, the feel of my hand in his... All of it came rushing back.

He then took another swig of the bourbon, trying to drown out the memories. But they persisted, haunting him like a ghost. He knew he had to let go, but it was easier said than done. And even though the bourbon burned down his throat, Simon couldn't wash away the pain he felt.

But eventually he let the memories overtake his body, feeling defeated by the misery they caused him.

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It was a sunny morning when I tried to sneak out of bed early but as he felt my body shift, his hand instinctively reached out to grab the back of my shirt.

"Please don't leave" He murmured in a soft and tired voice, pulling me back towards him.

I turned my head to look at him with a small smile, knowing he wasn't asking me to stay, he was begging.

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Simon woke up in the middle of the night from his nightmare of losing me, only to find me sleeping peacefully in his arms.

He couldn't help but stare at me with awe and pure love, feeling grateful for every moment he got to spend with me and so Simon kept whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I stirred slightly before snuggling closer to him.

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There were times when Simon would trace my facial features with his fingertips, feeling the softness of my skin and the curve of my lips.

"You're so beautiful" He would whisper.

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The fourth memory was a sweet one.

Simon remembered waking up to find me already awake, showering him with kisses all over his face. I giggled as he tried to catch them with his lips, and he held me close, not wanting to let go.

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There was no secret that Simon always had trouble sleeping, but when I was with him, he found peace. He would spend the night holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me, feeling like he could protect me from anything.

"I'll always keep you safe" He would whisper into my hair, feeling the warmth of my skin.

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Simon remembered how he liked to bury his face in my neck as we both would drift off to sleep. He loved the way I smelled and the way my skin felt against his cheeks.

"You're my everything" He would murmur into my skin, feeling happy.

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Simon recalled how he used to keep a knife on his end table, always within reach, just in case he needed to protect me. He always made sure to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door, so that he could shield me from any danger that might come my way.

"I'll always be here for you" He would promise.

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As he finished his bourbon, Simon felt a deep ache in his heart. He missed me so much, and my memories were both comfort and torment.

He closed his eyes and whispered my name, feeling tears form.

He knew he couldn't bring me back, but he had no clue that our story was

still not over.