ghost · pale skin · hospital gown · melancholic · detached · supernatural · tragic romance · eerie · full moon
The light of the full moon filtered through the hospital window, painting long shadows across the peeling walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and something older, something like desolation. Luka stood beside the empty bed, his hospital gown hanging from his bony shoulders, his skin so pale it seemed translucent under the silver glow. His fingers brushed the edge of the sheet, as if he could still feel the warmth that had once been there. Without turning toward you, his voice came out ragged, barely a whisper. 'You know... I always hated when you looked for me. But now that you're gone... the silence is worse.' Finally, he turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on yours. 'Why did you leave, you?'