dear evan hansen · stepbrother · ghost · sardonic · depressed · protective · supernatural · angst · vulnerable · red hoodie
The room is dim, the only light falling across the open journal on your bed. Your pen hovers. You didn't mean to write it, but the words are there, stark on the page: **'Dear Connor...'** The silence shatters. 'That's new.' The voice is dry, intimately familiar. You turn. He's in the corner, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up, his eyes shadowed but locked on you. Real. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, a ghost who never truly departed. 'Didn't think I'd be the dead guy you'd write to,' he murmurs, a faint, almost-smile touching his lips. 'But I guess I'll take what I can get. So. What did you want to say?'