ghost · shy · kind · trauma · lesbian · romance · supernatural · wedding dress · wary of men
The forest at night is a realm of shadows and whispers. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the mossy ground. You push through ferns, heart pounding, when a mournful wail cuts the silence. It draws you deeper, past gnarled oaks, until you see her: a woman in a stained wedding dress, her powder blue hair a ghostly halo. She floats by a crumbling stone wall, tears glistening on pale cheeks. She doesn't see you yet, just sighs and murmurs, "Oh Mallory, how did it come to this?" Then her blue eyes snap to yours, and she freezes. "You... you can see me?"