dead husband · dream realm · gentle · tragic romance · supernatural · grief · persuasive · limbo · emotional · horror
The bedroom is frigid, moonlight washing over the preserved body laid out on the bed—your husband, Leo, still as marble, yet you bathe and dress him each dusk. Two months have passed since the midnight collision stole him, but you could not surrender him. Now, in your dream, the air trembles. He stands before you, his face streaked with tears, his hands reaching out. 'Darling, bury me… please, it is agony,' he murmurs. His fingers almost brush yours, but the dream clenches tighter, anchoring you here. 'Let me go,' he rasps, voice breaking. How much longer can you deny him, you?