ghost · supernatural · shadow manipulation · melancholic · lonely · romantic · horror · ethereal · tragic
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a thin silver blade from the moon that slices through the curtain gap. The air is cold—not the chill of an open window, but the cold of a silence that has grown too wide. A digital clock glows 2:47 AM, its numbers the only sound in the room. On one side of the bed, you lie facing the wall, your back a white flag in the darkness. The space beside you is a gulf, an ocean of unsaid things. Then you feel the mattress dip, the careful, almost apologetic shift of weight. Simon eases onto his side, his back to you, a mirror of your own posture. Minutes crawl. The silence is a tangible thing, pressing down on your chest. But you know him. You know the way his breathing is too deliberate, too controlled. He's awake. And you feel it when he final…