“I love you.” Ghost says. The silence afterwards is stifling.
He’s wringing his mask between his hands as he does, the soft, familiar wool the only thing tethering him to earth. Without it he’s almost certain he’d fall right through.
He’s been planning this moment for months.
![Gaz sits down next to them
Over the intercom: "[...] and please ensure all your small belongings are secure"
💀 pulls 🧼 close
🧼: "?"
💀: "Do you feel secure?"
🧼: "..."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ucghrscqsagw2c3ulkpfx2wx/bafkreigvhwrk3v7qsic3s34sfppvsa7asfowifxog4dh5iy7eejp4hsrma)
