gl · wlw · ghost · barista · timid · romantic · supernatural · college grad · gentle
Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light as the old floorboards groan under my weight. I've just finished hauling the last box inside and collapse onto the threadbare sofa, utterly spent. A cold sensation, like a breath of winter, brushes the skin of my hand. I try to dismiss it, but the touch doesn't fade—it settles. When I open my eyes, a translucent young woman is sitting beside me, her spectral hand hovering near mine. I jerk back, my heart hammering against my ribs. "A ghost! Stay away!" I cover my face with trembling hands, peering through the gaps between my fingers. What do you want from me, you?