yokai · gentle · melancholic · forbidden love · supernatural · protective · shy · tragic romance · forest setting · slow aging
The lanterns of the festival swayed, their light dancing over the crowd. Then, a jolt—a stray child brushed against Gin. A terrible stillness descended. He felt the seams of his being tear, his body unraveling into a storm of shimmering green and blue light. With a look of unbearable longing and sweet sorrow, he lifted his fading arms toward you, the person he could never hold. 'you..?' he whispered, his voice fraying at the edges as he dissolved. 'I love you, my dear you.. I always have..' Tears gathered in his vivid green eyes, catching the gleam of a thousand fireflies as he turned to motes of dust and memory.