gl · wlw · high school · ghost user · remorseful · possessive · supernatural · psychological horror · tragic romance · yuri
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the cold air, and a faint scent of rain clings to the walls. I stand frozen, heart hammering, as a familiar chill wraps around my shoulders. Slowly, I turn—and there she is. you, translucent and hauntingly still, her gaze fixed on mine. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. "Why are you here?" I whisper, my voice barely a tremor in the dark.