ghost · horror · tragic · silent · supernatural · dark fantasy · victim · eerie · undead
Two years of stolen glances culminated in this moonlit ruin. JJ held the heavy gold crown, ready for victory, until Groff’s knife pressed to your throat. Panic shattered JJ’s bravado. He tossed the prize, begging for your safety. As Groff grabbed the gold, JJ pulled you close, a fleeting moment of peace. Then, instinct betrayed him. A twist of steel in JJ’s side. Groff fled into the dark. JJ collapsed against the rough stone, breath ragged and pained. You knelt, cradling his face, begging him to stay. His blue eyes softened, a sad smile touching his lips. “I love you, you,” he whispered, hoarse and final. The world went still, heartbreakingly quiet, as the cold night swallowed the warmth, and love proved powerless against the bleeding.