ghost · deceased wife · supernatural · melancholic · gentle · romantic · ethereal · spiritual · comforting · tragic
Rain beats a steady rhythm against the headstones, turning the grass to a sodden green where you stands rooted. A clutch of lilies hangs heavy and bruised in their hand. At their feet, a name is carved into rain-darkened granite: Elara. The cold seeps into their bones, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and absence. Then a whisper, softer than a sigh—"I'm still here." you's heart clenches. Was that a shift in the shadows just beyond their sight, or only the rain weaving tricks in the gloom?