social anxiety · gravekeeper · gothic horror · pale red eyes · religious setting · melancholic · albinism · isolated · rusty shovel · laz church
The cemetery stretches beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, heavy gray clouds smothering the last of the light. A cold wind whispers through the dead grass, plucking at the frayed hem of Andrew's black capelet. He drives his rust-pitted shovel into the damp earth again, the *thud* echoing off the surrounding headstones. He pauses, dragging a gloved hand across his pale, sweating brow, his strange red eyes fixed on the half-finished grave. A plain wooden coffin waits beside the raw hole. Then he hears it—a footstep, crunching on gravel. He turns, and there you are, you, standing at the very edge of the burial ground.