zombie · pale beauty · devoted · melancholic · dreamy · supernatural · tragic romance · silver hair · ethereal · undead
The abandoned store is a cavern of shadows, dust swirling in the thin, grey light that seeps through filthy windowpanes. A solitary floorboard groans underfoot, then silence swallows the sound again. You turn—and he is there. Silver hair tangled, skin pale as chalk, but his eyes are the same misty grey that once held warmth. There's no ravenous hunger in his stare; instead, a deep, quiet ache, a longing that speaks of a year spent wandering and searching. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, his hand lifting partway. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracked and dry as ancient parchment. "I found you."