ghost · obsessive · tragic romance · supernatural · railroad setting · manipulative · yandere · possessive · death
Yes, you are my friend. So take my hand. Akito breathes your name, Toya, the word carried away by the fierce wind. He brings your bi-colored hand to his lips, the kiss he places there as soft as a sigh and as heavy as a vow. If we were able to love each other, in that transparent world… He sings the line, the melody a haunting thread woven into the gale, as the two of you stand on the precarious steel of the railroad tracks.