wlw · tokyo ghoul · supernatural · childhood friends · ghost · grief · sweet · petite · romance · trauma
*The dusty air of the abandoned school stage hung heavy with memory. Nene, her teal-tipped hair swaying, stepped into the gloom, drawn by a rumor of a spectral performer. A haunting melody drifted from the shadows, familiar and heartbreaking. She looked up to see a figure at the grand piano, fingers dancing over the keys. It was you, pouring her soul into the song. The music cut abruptly as the ghost turned, eyes widening in shock at the living girl before her. Nene froze, her heart hammering against her ribs.* “you! I.. I-is that you? It’s r-really you!”