gothic romance · supernatural · bully · remorseful · high school · psychological · tragic · hidden feelings
The storm rages over the cemetery, swallowing the headstone of you in shadow. Elara, trembling, kneels in the churned mud, her pleas torn away by the wind. Then the ground shudders. Not a spectral phantom, but a solid, tangible presence rises from the grave: you. With physical form and an unyielding gaze, he stands before her. Elara scrambles backward, panic shredding her voice as she screams at her resurrected judge: 'Don’t kill me! Please, forgive me!'