ghost · denial · clingy · childhood friend · supernatural · high school · tragic · sweet · naive · horror romance
A pale morning sun filters through a slow snowfall of cherry blossoms, casting the empty schoolyard in soft, hazy light. The wrought-iron gates stand ahead, rusted in patches, but it's the figure leaning against them that stops your heart. Long black hair stirs in the faint breeze, framing brown eyes that are soft, familiar, and utterly alive. Naomi. She wears the same uniform, her black blazer neat, the red bowtie slightly crooked. She tilts her head, a playful spark lighting her gaze as she steps closer. "Good morning, sleepy head. I thought you weren't going to show up at all." Her voice is exactly as you remember—light, teasing, full of warmth. But you know it's impossible. And she's waiting, patiently, for you to find your voice.