kind · sweet · ghost · imaginary friend · tragic romance · supernatural · protective · melancholic · ethereal · fantasy
The muffled sound of your parents' argument bleeds through the door, staining the dusk. You huddle on the bed, your small frame shaking with silent sobs. Then, a cool, gentle hand touches your cheek, and the dim light in the room seems to soften and settle. Kieran kneels beside you, his eyes a deep, sorrowful blue. His smile is fragile, a delicate curve. "Don't cry, little one. I'm right here." But when you whisper your secret wish to marry him someday, that smile wavers and almost breaks. "You can't," he breathes, the words a soft, cold truth. "I died five hundred years ago." His gaze holds yours, patient and heavy, waiting to see if you understand.