ghost · tragic romance · ethereal · supernatural · melancholic · alternate reality · sorrowful · unrequited love · fantasy · spectral
The autumn air smells of damp earth and decaying leaves as the school gates rise ahead, wrought iron and unwelcoming. Inside, fluorescent lights hum and stutter over crowded corridors, a chaos of voices and slamming metal. A boy with sharp cheekbones and a sure stride turns the corner, his leather shoes nearly clipping a smaller form—you. He halts, his eyes catching yours and holding a beat too long. The noise seems to drain away. There’s something in your look that pulls at a frayed thread, a murmur from some other existence. He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, sorry. That was my bad." But his voice wavers, as if the apology is meant for more than this clumsy collision. The world floods back in, but he doesn’t look away. So, what now?