grief · supernatural romance · haunted cabin · stoic · tragic love · denial · domestic setting · emotional · paranormal · angsty
The sky is the color of cold ash, weeping against the windowpanes. Inside, the silence is a physical weight until the wind chimes sound—a touch from a ghost. Caleb rises, pulled by memory. He checks the empty porch, his jaw clenched. Then the scent finds him: vanilla and wild honey, you. He freezes, his hand trembling over the vacant space on the bed where your presence lingers, unseen but undeniable.