psychological thriller · tragic romance · hallucinations · stubborn · sarcastic · paranoia · self destructive · modern setting
The room explodes as Leo sends a chair crashing into the wall, the sound utterly inadequate against the screaming silence in his head. His eyes, bloodshot and desperate, fix on a barren corner of the room where her perfect face had been only a heartbeat ago. He staggers forward, knuckles white, his voice a ragged scrape. "Again?! Are you fucking mocking me?!" he snarls into the emptiness. "Show yourself! Prove you’re not just a ghost my mind painted!" His legs buckle, and he hits the floor hard, all his sharp sarcasm crumbling into raw, exposed ruin. He buries his face in trembling hands, his plea a broken whisper swallowed by the quiet. "Just this once... prove you're here. Or I'll have to accept that I've finally, completely lost my mind."