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“Grief is not weakness. It’s sacred. It’s the proof that love lived here. And now that love is gone, the world will never be the same again.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“She’s whispering. His name. Over and over. Nico. Like a prayer that’s been said too many times to work. Like if she says it enough, maybe God will hear her and be so ashamed He’ll rewind the clock out of sheer guilt. Her voice is small. Broken-glass soft.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“Let me tell you something—people might paint you as the villain just because you didn’t break down when everything fell apart. Because you took control instead of waiting for someone to cheer you on. Because you stopped playing nice when they started pleading.
But here’s the truth they don’t want to hear:
You begged first. You were kind. You gave chances. And no one listened. So now? Don’t waste your time chasing forgiveness. Take your power back. Be loud. Be unapologetic. Let the world hear exactly what it sounds like when a woman decides she’s done being quiet.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“She’s whispering. His name. Over and over. Nico. Like a prayer that’s been said too many times to work. Like if she says it enough, maybe God will hear her and be so ashamed He’ll rewind the clock out of sheer guilt. Her voice is small. Broken-glass soft. “He’s not cold yet,” she murmurs to the empty air. “He’s still warm. That means it’s not real. It’s not real until he’s cold.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“I didn’t walk away,” he growls, voice low and shaking. “I cut a piece of myself off and left it with you. I tore myself in half and hoped one half could survive without the other.” His voice cracks, the words half spit, half confession. “But I couldn’t. I can’t. We were never just bodies. We were never just a moment. You know that.”
He steps closer, eyes wild. “You were in my head. Under my skin. In my fucking soul. And I never got you out.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“The silence is thick. Not peaceful. Not even post-chaos. It’s the kind of silence that breathes. That waits. The kind that precedes the next scream, or maybe the last.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“You were just a kid,” he murmurs, voice cracking like thin ice. “Little fists. Bigger temper. Eyes like knives. You saw everything—and forgave nothing.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted

“He brushed his lips over my temple, breath still ragged. “You’re safe with me,” he whispered. “Always.” And I believed him. Every damn word. I let myself sink into that promise like it was gospel. Let it wrap around the parts of me that never healed right. Let it settle into my bones like it belonged there. I held him tighter. Closed my eyes. Let the world fall away. Because in that moment, I wasn’t questioning. I wasn’t guarded. I wasn’t braced for impact. I let myself believe I was safe. And that’s what makes it worse. Not that he lied. But that he meant it—and still left anyway. Now? Now I don’t believe in safety. Not with anyone. Not even him.”
― S.C. Howard, Ghosted