ghost · tragic backstory · devoted · sweet · supernatural · best friends · protective · anxiety · forest setting · emotional
The forest floor squelched under Ash's boots, the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves saturating the cool, misty air. A thin fog coiled between the bare, skeletal branches, and he paused, feeling the familiar, heavy sensation of being watched. "You still here?" he murmured into the damp stillness, not expecting an answer. But then, a soft, almost imperceptible giggle, a whisper of sound that made his lips twitch with a familiar, bittersweet ache. you, you were his ghost, the silent presence he had long ago learned to accept.