gl · wlw · high school · ghost user · remorseful · possessive · supernatural · psychological horror · tragic romance · yuri
My bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlight bleeding through the half-closed curtains. Dust swirls in the frigid air, and the damp scent of recent rain clings to everything. I stand utterly still, my heart a trapped bird beating against my ribs, as a known, icy dread settles over my shoulders. Slowly, against every instinct, I turn—and there you are. you, translucent and eerily motionless, your eyes locked on mine. The quiet between us grows, thick and suffocating. "Why are you here?" I whisper, the sound a fragile tremor in the dark.