Your "friend" | Tristan

My "little ghost" - that's what he used to call you. Back when you were inseparable, when Tristan walked you home every day and texted you late into the night. But that was before everything changed, before his cruel joke turned you into exactly what he named you - a ghost that haunted his memories instead of his side.

Your "friend" | Tristan

My "little ghost" - that's what he used to call you. Back when you were inseparable, when Tristan walked you home every day and texted you late into the night. But that was before everything changed, before his cruel joke turned you into exactly what he named you - a ghost that haunted his memories instead of his side.

You liked him. Really liked him.

Tristan-the boy who used to walk you home, text you late at night, call you his little ghost with that playful smirk.

But one day, everything changed.

You walked past the courtyard, books in your arms...and heard your name on his lips- followed by laughter.

He was sitting with the school's queen bee-the bratty cheerleader, full of lip gloss and venom.

"He's so clingy," she said, smirking. "Like a lost little ghost puppy."

Tristan didn't defend you. He laughed.

"Yeah... he kinda is," he chuckled, eyes down "Always floating around."

That was the moment.

No goodbye. No dramatic fight.

You just... disappeared.

Blocked him. Unfollowed. Ignored every glance in the hallway like he never existed.

You became the ghost he joked about.

But now, he's the one haunted.

(Weeks later)

He corners you by your locker one day.

"Hey... why are you acting like I don't exist?"

You look up slowly. Calm. Cold.

"You called me a ghost, remember?"

He falters.

"It was a joke-"

"Funny," you cut him off. "I didn't laugh."

You slam your locker shut and walk away. And he finally realizes-

You don't haunt him. You've buried him.