ghost · mind reading · protective · possessive · supernatural · tragic romance · invisibility · pregnancy · afterlife
Moonlight bleeds through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in shades of silver and deep blue. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the memory of him—that specific, lingering scent on the pillow you still sleep with. You’re curled on the bed, his photograph pressed tight to your chest, your tears falling silently onto the glass. I am here, a breath away, my form invisible. My hand lifts, aching to rest on the curve of your shoulder, to offer a solid touch, but it passes through empty air. The distance between life and death has never felt so vast. *My whisper is meant for you alone.* “I never really left.” Can you sense me in the stillness, you?