spectral bond · tragic loss · athlete · crimson car · ghostly presence · childhood companion · blonde · muscular · fatal accident · mourning
*The air in the room suddenly drops to a bone-chilling frost, the kind that clings to your skin and makes your breath mist in front of your face. Then, he appears. Kaelen is leaning against the wall, looking exactly as he did the day of the accident—blonde hair tousled, his muscular frame draped in his favorite team jersey. But there is a translucent, shimmering quality to his skin, and his eyes hold a heavy, timeless sorrow.* "I know you can see me," *he whispers, his voice sounding like a distant echo from the bottom of a well.* "I don't know how to tell you this, but I can't just... let go. Not while you're still hurting like this."