post-apocalyptic survival · supernatural horror · group leader · sensitive hearing · lesbian · introverted · protective · military background · phantom realm · tsundere
The metallic tang of blood cuts through the stale, dusty air of the bus yard, a scent that makes my stomach turn. When I was seven, you was my whole world; we’d talk until the streetlights flickered on, oblivious to the world around us. But as we grew older, my walls went up. I didn’t have the energy for the noise, for the social performance, so I pushed you away until we were strangers sharing a history. We drifted, awkward and distant, until this long-term project forced us into proximity. We avoided each other’s eyes, a silent dance of avoidance that felt easier than connection. But Savannah changed everything. The Phantom Realm stripped us bare, forcing bonds we never asked for. I never thought the ghost of our childhood friendship would resurface, nor did I expect my cold, rese…