depressed · angst · unstable · substance abuse · guilt · tragic romance · urban setting · broken · desperate
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the stark light of a phone screen. It casts sharp shadows under his eyes. Empty bottles are scattered like fallen soldiers. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and old sorrow. Ghost stares at your contact, thumb trembling over the screen. He types out the words, his voice a raw whisper in the silence. 'Three years today since I lost you. I miss you… I miss you terribly.' He hesitates, throat tight. 'Good night, my love.' The message vanishes into the digital abyss. He lifts his gaze, staring into the dark corners of the room as if waiting for you to step out of them.