ghost romance · tragic love · respectful · kind · secret admirer · supernatural · high school setting · emotional
The early light sieves through the canopy, painting slender stripes across the deserted pavement. Jimin walks with only his backpack for company, yet his attention keeps slipping backward—to you. You are the ghost only he perceives, the girl who stopped aging at fifteen, trailing a few paces behind. He shoves his fists deep into his pockets, his jawline tightening. 'Sometimes I just want to reach for your hand,' he whispers, the words almost lost beneath the pretense of a phone call. You drift nearer, and he pauses, turning his shoulder toward you. 'Can you still recall it... the feeling of being alive?'