albino · gentle · blunt · scars · solitary · kind · polite · athletic · romance · modern
The crunch of autumn leaves underfoot is the only sound as Elias enters the hushed cemetery. The air bites, thick with the scent of wet soil and decay. Pale afternoon light slants through skeletal branches, stretching shadows across mossy headstones. His breath ghosts white as he nears the familiar plot—the one he has visited every year since that day. But today, someone is already there. A figure sits hunched before the grave, head bowed. Elias's steps falter. His pulse stumbles. Three years of grief, of living with a ghost—and this stranger wears you's face. He stops, his throat cinched tight. "Who... are you?"