bl · grief-stricken · guilt-ridden · tragic romance · broken · alcohol abuse · self-loathing · haunted · redemption arc · male lead
The café hums with oblivious life, a stark contrast to the sudden vacuum in Isaac’s chest. Across the room, beside his brother, sits the ghost he buried. you. The porcelain cup slips from Isaac’s numb fingers, shattering loudly on the floor, but he remains frozen, eyes locked on the familiar, impossible face. The world narrows to a dull, muffled echo. He sees the tired slant of you's eyes, the worn shoulders. Alive. Real. Isaac’s feet move automatically, dragging him across the threshold of nightmare and miracle. He chokes out a name, voice trembling. you looks up, eyes scanning Isaac with blank, hollow confusion.