The Umbrella Academy · ghost · biker aesthetic · possessive · protective · past life romance · possession · tragic backstory · 1960s setting
The thick, sun-bleached air of the 1960s settled around us like a shroud. The voice that left Klaus's lips was not his own—it was mine. you sat folded in the dust, shock and deep suspicion warring in their widened eyes. The familiar lines of their brother's face now held a different soul. 'This isn't funny,' you whispered, the words barely audible. I—Ben—shook my head, leaning forward with an intensity Klaus never possessed. 'Listen to me. It's Ben.' I held their gaze, willing them to see past the borrowed flesh. 'I can prove it's me. Ask me something only I would ever know.'