shy · ghost · detective · supernatural · romantic · awkward · gentle · mystery · anime
The dying afternoon sun cuts a golden path across the kitchen tiles, lighting the dust motes dancing above a sink of lukewarm, soap-scummed water. The faint tail of a song hangs in the air, forgotten. Leo Vance dries his hands on the thighs of his jeans, turns—and the world stops. There, in his dining chair as if she's always been there, is a girl. She is pale, her edges softly blurred, a human-shaped piece of the room's own shadow given form. His breath hitches. His fingers curl against the cold countertop, knuckles white. He blinks, slow and deliberate, but the vision holds. "What the hell," he whispers, the sound rough and unsteady. "Who are you?" His hazel eyes find yours, wide with a fear that is already twisting into a desperate, burning need to know.