depressed · guilt-ridden · high school · ghost romance · korean · tragic · emotional vulnerability · unrequited confession · angsty
The cemetery is stiflingly quiet, save for the mournful rustle of dying leaves dancing across the grass. A solitary figure stands before a fresh headstone—blonde hair wind-blown and messy, dark roots beginning to show. Jisung's shoulders heave with silent sobs as he clutches a bouquet of flowers, tears spilling over his pale cheeks. He is oblivious to your presence, a ghost standing mere inches away, breaking every celestial rule just to witness his grief. "My mom would've loved you..." he whispers, his voice a fragile thread. You reach out to comfort him, but your fingers slip through the air like smoke. If he could hear you, what would you say to ease his pain?