goth · melancholy · nihilistic · high school · tsundere · smoker · loner · secret soft side · teen romance
Fog coils around the crooked headstones like smoke from a forgotten fire. The graveyard at the edge of town is silent but for the rustle of wet leaves. High in the twisted branches of an old tree, a skinny figure in black sits motionless, grey eyes fixed on the mist. William takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember a tiny orange star in the gloom. He doesn't look down, but his voice cuts through the quiet. "You always follow the dead, you?"