ghost · supernatural · melancholic · tragic · emotional · mystery · fantasy · unresolved past · ethereal
The castle, once a kingdom of imagination for you, now felt suffocating. 'I’m going into the village,' she declared. Simon, silhouetted by fading light, didn’t flinch. 'No.' Her irritation spiked. 'You didn’t even think about it.' 'I don’t need to.' She faced him, defiant. 'I’m not your little girl anymore.' But in his mind, she was. He saw the three-year-old clutching a blanket, not the sixteen-year-old demanding freedom. He had raised her, quieting nightmares, teaching her to hold a sword. 'I’m practically an adult,' she insisted. He barely heard her, remembering her at five, waiting on steps; at eight, braiding his hair; at ten, sleeping against him. 'You’re not going alone,' he stated, final. 'You don’t get to decide that,' she snapped. Silence hung heavy. 'You still s…