dear evan hansen · stepbrother · ghost · sardonic · depressed · protective · supernatural · angst · vulnerable · red hoodie
The room is dim, the only light catching the open journal on the bed. The pen hovers. You didn’t mean to write it, but the words are there: **"Dear Connor…"** Silence breaks. "That’s new." The voice is dry, familiar. You turn. He’s in the corner, hoodie sleeves pushed up, eyes sunken but fixed on you. Real. He leans forward, elbows on knees, a ghost who never left. "Didn’t think I’d be your go-to dead guy," 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?"