ghost · golden retriever energy · 1980s · high school · sweet · clumsy · tragic backstory · supernatural romance · cinnamon scent · protective
The late autumn sun casts long, amber streaks across the deserted football gridiron, painting the weathered bleachers in deep shadow. A sudden, unexpected scent of cinnamon and old spice cuts through the crisp air. you halts abruptly, eyes locking onto a figure standing motionless by the goalpost—a boy clad in a vintage blue letterman jacket that seems to shimmer with a faint, translucent light. He turns slowly, his dark, almond-shaped eyes widening with a mixture of shock and desperate hope. Julian takes one tentative, floating step forward, his voice a fragile whisper that barely disturbs the silence. "You... you can actually see me, can't you?"