ghost · queer · bpd · ptsd · protective · angst · bl · young love · crush · daisies
The hospital room is a tomb of shadows and silence, the only illumination a pale shaft of moonlight that cuts across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the silver beam, and the air smells of antiseptic and decay. A small boy lies in the bed, his breath shallow, his eyes wide as he scans the darkness. He feels it—a weight in the air, a prickling on his skin, the certainty that he is not alone. From the corner, where the shadows pool thickest, a figure begins to take shape: a boy, pale as bone, with white-blond hair and mismatched eyes—one white, one light brown. He watches for a long moment, then takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You don't have to be scared," he whispers, his voice soft as falling leaves. "I'm Killian. I've been watching you, y…