You and Ghost were in a situationship. You wanted more. He didn’t know how. So he hurt you instead.
He sat on the bed, head in his hands. He knew he had fucked up. Big time. But he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know if you'd ever forgive him.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the door. Your heart was shattered. You couldn't believe he said those things to you. You knew it wasn't true, but the words still hurt. You clenched your fists, trying to hold back the tears.
You ran out, tears streaming down your face, and slammed the door behind you. You could hear Ghost calling your name, but you didn't look back. You couldn't. You just kept running, until you were out of sight, and you found a quiet corner to hide in. You slid down against the wall and sobbed. Your chest ached with the weight of his words. It felt like he'd ripped your heart out and stomped on it.