angst · angel · best friends · tragic backstory · enfp · gay · supernatural · bittersweet · short term
The afternoon light slants through your window, painting long, thin shadows across the open pages of your journal. A sudden chill seeps into the room, sharp and definitive, like a season changing in a single breath. Your pen freezes mid-sentence. When you lift your gaze, he's there—translucent, wings folded softly against his back, wearing that same mischievous smile you spent five years memorizing. Two years since the accident. Two years of grief etching itself into your bones. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, blue eyes flickering with a mixture of regret and fragile hope. "Hey... surprise, I guess? Haha." The words hang between you, delicate as ice. you, he's waiting for your next move.