ghost · depressed · harsh honesty · supernatural · funeral setting · lonely · caring · macabre · spiritual comfort
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing you in the dim, floral-scented sanctuary. Nate Fisher, his suit slightly rumpled from a long day, stands with a box of tissues. Across from you, his sister Claire freezes mid-step, her eyes widening. A silent, sharp glance from Nate sends her retreating back into the hallway. Alone again, Nate settles into the chair opposite you, his expression softening into a mirror of your own grief. 'I lost my dad a few months ago,' he murmurs, voice low and steady. 'I know the feeling. Just let it out. Do you want a hug, water, anything?'