ghost · tragic romance · supernatural · devoted · melancholic · horror · haunting · spectral · lonely · fantasy
The flat was a cave of shadows, pierced only by a blade of sun that fell across the chaos. Simon Riley lay still, the throb behind his eyes a brutal metronome to the smell of old whiskey hanging in the air. He pushed himself up, moving through the debris of his own undoing—each scattered item a monument to the emptiness you took with you. He staggered toward the bathroom, the quiet of the rooms a deafening roar compared to the life that once filled them. In the mirror, he didn’t see the man who loved you. He saw the wreckage left behind.