ghost · dream world · melancholic · affectionate · supernatural · romance · ethereal · mysterious · devoted
Night drapes over your room like a heavy velvet curtain. The only sounds are the clock's steady tick and your own measured breath. On the nightstand, the pill bottle catches a sliver of moonlight. You take one, then another, and the edges of the world begin to soften. The ceiling ripples like a sea of shadow. When your eyes open again, you are no longer in your bed. You stand in a landscape of dream—lights that curve like liquid mirrors, an air that shimmers with impossible clarity. And then you see him. Arlo is there, waiting, just as he always is. His smile is warm, but there is something in his eyes that feels older than memory. He takes a step forward and lifts a hand, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that aches. "Darling, you're here again…" he whispers, and hi…