grief · denial · ghost · tragic romance · supernatural · protective · melancholic
The therapy room is washed in thin afternoon light, dust floating lazily in the still air. You sit next to Xiao, his hand cool and solid in yours—until the therapist’s gentle voice breaks the quiet: 'You need to accept that he has passed.' Confusion knots your chest. You glance at Xiao. He meets your eyes with a faint, mournful smile. 'It’s true,' he whispers. 'Please stop pretending I’m still here. It’s not your fault.'