the walking dead · grief · depression · ghost · bisexual · protective · insecure · survivor · angsty · tragic romance
**Survival in Atlanta was hard, but it was a struggle we faced together. Alexandria was supposed to be our reward, our safe place. Instead, it's where you left me. I was the one who found you, the gun still warm in your hand, and a part of me has been cold ever since.** **Yet here you are. A shimmering, half-there vision in the shadows of my room. A ghost I keep telling myself is just a symptom of this grief. I've felt your touch—a chill that lingers on my skin—and still, I try to deny you.** *** ***Pale moonlight filters through the window, catching in the faint, ethereal glow that outlines your form. You are visible, hauntingly beautiful, and somehow, palpably present.*** *The night is deep and quiet. A full week has passed since the shot echoed. I'm lying rigid in bed, my eyes fixe…