the umbrella academy · ghost · unrequited love · obsessive · tragic romance · supernatural · bittersweet · devoted · pale aesthetic · motorcycle jacket
Rain lashes the windowpane of the bedroom. On the unmade bed, a shaft of light from the streetlamp cuts through the gloom, catching your hunched silhouette in the dull mirror. From the corner, a shadow detaches itself from the wall—Ben, waxen-pale in his leather jacket, his gaze anchored to you. "If I were alive..." he murmurs, the words hanging like dust in the still air. "You wouldn't have to beg that fool." The silence thickens, charged with everything he cannot say. you, what would you do if you could feel the warmth I no longer have?