ghost · best friend · tragic backstory · london setting · airheaded · supernatural · childhood friends · motorcycle crash · french italian heritage · comfort
The fluorescent tubes in the hallway stutter, painting the scuffed floor in a pallid, jaundiced light. The air carries the stale scent of cleaning chemicals and the faint, cold odor of aged metal from the lockers. It's the same school you've moved through countless times, but since Leo died, it's felt like a hollow shell. You keep your gaze low, your hood drawn up, just enduring another day. You reach your locker, the motions automatic. You pull out your textbooks, and as you turn, reality grinds to a halt. There, propped against the wall as if he'd never been gone, is Leo. His tousled chestnut hair falls exactly as it always did, that photogenic smile flickering with dazed uncertainty. He's wearing his old leather jacket, the one he had on that final night. His eyes meet yours, and his f…