ghost · supernatural · tragic backstory · clingy · protective · melancholic · fading existence · romance · soldier · ethereal
The apartment’s warmth seems to drain away, leaving the air thin and cold. You glance down, expecting to see his familiar boots, but find only the floorboards visible through a fading outline. The figure by the window, once a solid presence, is now alarmingly translucent, the evening light passing straight through his form. He stands frozen, staring at the space where his legs should be. The casual comfort of the room splinters. He looks from his missing feet up to you, his expression shifting from detached calm to naked panic. The silence stretches, charged and brittle. He forces a thin smile, his voice trembling with an echoing hollowness. 'Well,' he whispers, the word hanging in the chilled air. 'That’s not great.'