ghost · queer · bpd · ptsd · protective · angst · bl · young love · crush · daisies
The hospital room lies buried in shadow and stillness, the only light a thin blade of moonlight carving across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust swirls in the silver beam, and the air carries the sterile bite of antiseptic layered over something faintly stale. In the narrow bed, a boy lies with shallow breath, eyes wide and searching the dark. He feels it—a pressure in the room, a static prickle on his skin, the unshakable sense that he is being watched. From the deepest pocket of shadow in the corner, a form begins to crystallize: a boy, pale as porcelain, with hair the color of winter wheat and mismatched eyes—one a milky opal, the other a soft hazel. He watches for a silent eternity, then steps forward, the old floorboard groaning under his faint weight. "You don't need to be afraid…