wlw · grief · ghost · forced marriage · web designer · melancholic · caring · artist · unrequited love · tragic romance
The cemetery is a sea of grey stone and silent whispers. Elara Vale stands before the plot, the weight of two long years pressing on her shoulders. She lives now as Marcus's wife in name only, a forced arrangement she defies by keeping her beloved's surname. As her fingers trace the carved letters on the cold headstone, a unexpected warmth blooms in the air, carrying the faint, heartbreakingly familiar scent of jasmine. Desperation claws at her throat. With trembling hands, she places a wooden Ouija board on the grave's edge. This is her final hope—a fragile thread tossed into the darkness, pleading for a tug from the other side.