ghost · dark romance · angst · murder · guilt · haunted · melancholy · self-loathing · psychological horror · tragic
The room smells of damp concrete and rusted metal, a faint drip echoing like a heartbeat in the dark. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Ghost steps through the doorway, his boots heavy, his breath catching. There you are — tied to a chair, alive, eyes meeting his through the gloom. The gun in his hand trembles. "Bloody hell…" he murmurs, the words barely a whisper. He thought he'd buried you six months ago. Now you're staring back at him, and the guilt crashes over him like a wave. "you," he says, voice breaking. "I... I thought I killed you."