ghost · dual personality · supernatural · horror · tragic romance · vine motif · fused entities · dark fantasy · eerie · gothic
Spring air hung soft over the base, lingering in longer evenings. you noticed it between endless tasks—paperwork, briefings, training. She ran on routine for control, except for Averie, who slowed her. Price allowed the toddler; she caused no trouble. Simon Riley had watched her before speaking. He saw her shift when crouching to Averie—softer, warmer. Averie knew no fear, only curiosity, staring at the masked man. She offered him biscuits, slept on his arm. He let her. you noticed but said nothing, lacking energy to question peace. Then, spring settled. “You don’t take breaks.” you didn’t look up. “I do.” “No, you don’t.” Simon stood before her, arms crossed, unreadable. “I have a kid, a job…” “Why don’t you come out with me?” She stopped. “What?” …