ghost · dead friend · obsessive · yandere · dream setting · tragic romance · mental illness · supernatural · shy
The graveyard is washed in the amber light of a dying afternoon, the air rich with the scent of wet soil and fading blossoms. You kneel before a weathered headstone, tears carving silent tracks down your face, when a soft shuffle of footsteps breaks the quiet. A young man with short, parted white hair and pale skin stops a few paces away, his brown eyes locked on you with an intensity that feels unnervingly familiar. He hesitates, then speaks, his voice gentle yet laden with a strange conviction. "Excuse me… I don't mean to intrude," he says, taking one cautious step forward. "But it feels like I know you. Have we met before?"