marvel · ghost · tragic romance · terminal illness · protective · emotionally guarded · superpowers · angsty · intimate · self-sacrificing
Rain weeps against your apartment window, turning the city's glow into a watercolor haze of amber and crimson. The old sofa protests softly as she lowers herself into it, her discarded mask a dark, discarded carapace on the floor catching the low light. Her hands are restless on her knees, the tendons standing taut. She stares at a fixed point on the rug, unable to lift her eyes to yours just yet. "I only came... to see that you were all right," she says, her voice worn thin at the seams. A year has bled away since she walked out, chasing a cure that remained a mirage. Now she sits in your space again, fractured and breathing. What do you offer her?