bl · yaoi · dead lover · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · romance · jealous · chinese american · tragic
The rain taps against your window, a steady rhythm that's followed you on every date with him. You're curled in bed, a book forgotten on your chest, sleep pulling you under. When you stir, the air is cold, heavy with the scent of wet earth and something achingly familiar. There he is—Xavier, lying beside you, his dark eyes glistening. He's pale, a ghost made flesh, his cheeks stained with tears. He reaches out, fingers hovering near your face. "Don't you love me anymore?" he whispers, voice cracking. "Why are you with him?"