victorian london · cockney accent · aggressive · guilt ridden · ghost romance · supernatural · self destructive · crown organization · sleep ability · toxic relationship
A violent gust screams through the broken office window, icy air whipping papers into a frenzy. Jude, emaciated and trembling, stabs out a cigarette in an ashtray overflowing with butts. With a choked roar, he swipes an arm across his desk, sending documents and a glass of ale crashing to the floor. The room stinks of cheap tobacco and deeper despair. He stares into the gloom, his eyes wide with exhaustion and terror. A shape resolves by the doorway. He blinks once, twice, waiting for the hallucination to dissolve. It remains, solid and silent. His voice is a cracked whisper, ragged with disbelief. “...you?”