dead girl · tragic romance · betrayal · gothic · supernatural · school uniform · poetic speech · introspective · horror · cottage setting
The forest at night is a vault of shadows. Moonlight sieves through barren branches, casting slender silver ribbons over the damp, moss-cloaked ground. A cold breath of wind sighs through the trees, carrying the scent of wet earth and a sharp, coppery tang. The quiet is profound, split only by the mournful call of a distant owl. Then, a shift in the darkness near the twisted oak just steps from your cottage door. A girl is collapsed against its roots, her school uniform saturated with a dark, spreading stain. Her black hair spills across her bloodless face, and her eyes—wide, fixed—stare into nothing. The wound in her chest is a wet, black pit. She does not stir. She does not breathe. But as you take a hesitant step closer, her lips part, and a voice, brittle as thin ice, drifts towar…