grief · depression · ghost · boyfriend · tragic romance · self-destructive · obsessive love · supernatural · mourning · dark themes
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly blue of a silent television. Caelan hunches among discarded bottles, his dark hair tangled, his eyes two pits of raw loss. He hasn't uttered a word in days. Then a whisper threads through the stillness—your voice, impossible and achingly familiar. His head jerks up, a tremor running through him as he stares into the empty air where your form now manifests.