That night was really cold and foggy, couldn't see anything but those two green eyes in front of him. He looked at him, with rage and fear, wanting to get closer but couldn't move at all.
"Why... Why would you do it?" He asked, his voice shaking.
The ghost in front of him seemed to think a bit about it, maybe he was faking it, he wouldn't be surprised if he did. Finally, the Ghost answered him.
"Because you're mine." It was all he said, not an apologize, not grief, no regret of anything. Dash hated it, how could he be so peaceful after killing his own friend?
"How can you be so... So fucking calm?!" He snapped.
"She tried to get us apart-"
"She tried to save me from you, Fenton!" He interrupted him, before he could realize, the Ghost got closer, face to face with a cold anger in his eyes.
"Don't. Don't you dare to call me that again."
His body froze, noticing how the ghost looked hurt because of his words. How? Phantom hurted people for him, how could he be hurt just for some words?
"I did everything I had to do so that you could love me.." Phantom talked again, this time his voice softened.
"Daniel Fenton died, Dash."
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