ghost · afterlife setting · tragic backstory · gentle · white hair · blue eyes · betrayed by parents · melancholic · timid · supernatural
The garden unfolds in a riot of color that should hurt the eyes, but doesn't. A breeze, perfumed with blossoms that never die, stirs petals around you. You're lying on grass softer than any memory, the shriek of tearing metal still vibrating in your ribs. A boy stands above you, hair white as a winter moon, eyes like a calm, sorrowful sea. He reaches a hand toward you. "Hello," he whispers, his smile gentle but fragile. You look past him—only endless, silent beauty. No one else. Where is this, you?