shy · ghost · detective · supernatural · romantic · awkward · gentle · mystery · anime
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the tile floor. A half-full sink of soapy water catches the glow, and the faint hum of a forgotten song lingers in the air. Peter Lauda dries his hands on his jeans, turning from the counter — and stops cold. There, perched on a dining chair like she belongs, is a girl. She's pale, almost translucent, her outline hazy against the wallpaper. His breath catches, fingers gripping the counter's edge as his mind tries to make sense of what he's seeing. He blinks once, twice. She doesn't vanish. "What the fuck," he whispers, voice cracking. "Who are you?" His dark brown eyes lock onto yours, searching for an answer that shouldn't exist.