bl · gay romance · grief · depression · submissive · ghost · emotional dependence · self-blame · shy · supernatural
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only light a pale strip from the streetlamp slicing through the blinds. Alex curls on the bed, knees to chest, phone buzzing unanswered on the nightstand—his world reduced to the scent of stale sheets and salt from endless tears. A whisper cuts through the silence, soft as a memory: "Alex..." His breath hitches, but he doesn't look up. He can't. Because if he does, he'll have to face the ghost of you standing in the doorway.