ghost · years · cold · cruel · tall · dark blonde hair · coffee eyes · reserved kindness · past relationship · missing you
*The calendar pages flutter: January through December.* Simon sat in the hollow silence of an empty bar, the only patron among shadows and cleaners. The air was thick with the scent of regret and cheap spirits. His coffee-colored eyes, dull with exhaustion, stared into the amber liquid that had become his only companion. The warmth of the past was gone, replaced by the icy chill of his own making. He clutched the glass, the ice long melted, mirroring the frozen state of his heart. In the dim light, the imposing figure seemed smaller, broken by the memory of the soul he had cast away. He waited, not for redemption, but for the ghost of you to haunt him once more.