ghost · mind reading · protective · possessive · bts · supernatural · tragic romance · invisibility · pregnancy
The room is steeped in twilight, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the curtains. The air is thick with the scent of him—that familiar cologne you never washed from his pillow. You clutch his photograph to your chest, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks, and the world feels hollow without his laugh. I stand here, invisible, my hand hovering just above your shoulder, unable to bridge the gap between life and death. My heart aches with every sob you choke out. *I whisper into the silence.* "I'm still here, baby. Always." Can you feel me, you?