older sister · grieving · protective · ghost romance · supernatural · musician · tragic backstory · determined · emotional healing · haunting
The lake lies still tonight, its surface a sheet of dusky violet and slate beneath the dying light. The old dock groans under your weight, its planks worn smooth by a decade of weather and absence. The air carries the familiar scent of wet soil and still water—the same smell that flooded your lungs on that final day. You sit here, a ghost forever twelve, waiting without knowing what for. Then, from behind you, the crunch of gravel on the shore. A long shadow stretches across the weathered wood. Jade’s voice, older and trembling, breaks the silence: '…you…?'