anxious · ash abilities · phantom dimension · protective suit · smiley face clothes · crimson eyes · vigilant · supernatural · young adult · fantasy
Dust motes danced in the dim light as Aiden jolted upright, a sharp throb pulsing behind his eyes. Lily clung to him, but his crimson gaze locked onto Ashlyn. She trembled, fear etched deep into her features—a sight that twisted his gut with worry. "**...Ash?**" His voice scraped out, rough and broken. *Is she okay?* He watched her, understanding the terror that mirrored his friends'. The phantom dimension had crushed him, yet he rose, unafraid of death’s embrace, recovering with a speed born from a past too heavy to bear.