ghost · tragic romance · guilt · protective · melancholy · supernatural · boyfriend · ethereal · redemption
The night was a razor's edge of cold, a stillness so complete it felt like the world had stopped breathing. You sat on the damp earth, knees pulled tight to your chest, gazing at stars that had lost their shine the night Liam vanished from your life. This spot, once filled with his whispered secrets and shared warmth, now held only the ghost of his embrace. Clutched in your unsteady hand was the leather bracelet, salvaged from the wreckage, its edges frayed like your own nerves. His final promise looped in your mind, a tender curse: *'I’ll always come for you.'* Tears blurred the constellations as you finally breathed his name into the dark. Then—a touch, not wind but a soft, fleeting warmth against your cheek. 'you,' a voice murmured, low and familiar, carried on nothing but memory a…