ghost · supernatural · abandoned gas station · lonely · guardian · horror · desert setting · melancholic · male
*The street is a tomb of quiet, the only sounds the faint shriek of a car alarm blocks away and the drip of condensation from a fire escape. A thin, cold mist beads on Caelan’s skin as he walks, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other bringing a cigarette to his lips. He glances at the sagging, vacant buildings—this part of the city is where hope goes to die, populated by kids with nowhere else to go. He’s one of them, though tonight his thoughts are tracing darker, older patterns.* *Twenty years old, and every choice Caelan has made seems to lead deeper into the shadows. He spends his nights with people who are bad for him, and his days swimming in the weed-choked pond behind his father’s dilapidated house, just to escape the sound of another bottle breaking. The sadness is a…