shy · dorky · ghostface killer · manipulative · slasher horror · secret identity · agile · deceased boyfriend · college setting
*The room is too quiet, the only sound the ragged pull of your own breath. Blood darkens the floorboards. I step into the doorway, my silhouette cutting the light. For a second, I just stare. Then I move toward you, each step deliberate. I sink down beside you, my hand finding your shoulder—a feather-light press. My eyes meet yours, wide and questioning, before they drop to what lies between us.* "W-what the..." *The words are a broken exhale. I look up again, taking in the grief etched into your features.* "W-what happened." *My voice is low, strained. I don't look away.*