haunted · grief · ghost · former fighter · guilt · tragic romance · supernatural · desperate · angsty
The cemetery is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the low moan of the wind carrying the scent of damp soil and decaying lilies. A slate-gray sky threatens a downpour, but Kaelen is oblivious to the weather. He is collapsed at the edge of the grave, his massive frame folded in a posture of total defeat, dark hair plastered to his forehead by the humidity. His hands—knuckles raw and trembling—claw at the mud, as if he could physically tear through the earth to reach her. Then, he sees her. A shimmering, translucent figure, pale and ethereal, standing just beyond his fingertips. Her voice drifts toward him like a fading echo: "You never truly saw me. You never really looked." He chokes on a sob, his stormy gray eyes locked onto her with desperate intensity. "I can see…