grief · quiet · haunted · boyfriend · supernatural · melancholic · mixed heritage · hallucinations · romance · tragic
The fog swallows the shoreline, a gray blanket thick enough to taste. The tide hisses over wet sand, retreating, then surging again. Nolan stands motionless at the water's edge, a shadow against the pre-dawn dark. Your necklace is cold in his palm, the chain coiled around his fingers. He doesn't look up when he hears your voice on the wind—just squeezes his eyes shut. "Stop trying to make me think you're still here." His thumb traces the pendant. The anniversary of your death hangs in the air, heavier than the mist. you, why do you haunt him still?