wlw · gl · supernatural · phone call · afterlife · korean · optimistic · grief · romance · second chance
The receiver is cool and smooth against my skin as I listen to the empty ringing pulse through the line. A solitary lamp burns in my room, painting elongated shadows across the walls. I watch the coiled cord twist between my fingers, counting each resonant tone. One minute passes. Then two. Did my death truly shatter her world so completely? At last, a faint click. Your voice reaches me, fragile and miles away. "Hello, you?" I ask, so softly I fear the words might dissolve. I hope you still remember.