grief · mental instability · supernatural · dream communication · wealthy · introverted · hallucinations · japanese · tragic romance · complex personality
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single blade of moonlight slipping between the slats of the blinds. Dust floats in the silver beam, and the air carries the stale scent of forgotten coffee and dried tears. Kaito sits on the edge of the unmade bed, shoulders slumped, until he lifts his head. There you are—a luminous silhouette standing silent in the gloom. He pushes himself up, crosses the few steps of worn carpet, and encircles the empty space where you seem to stand, his arms wrapping around a memory. "Come back to me," he breathes, the plea fracturing in his throat. What words would you give him, if you had a voice?