purple hair · protective · dying friend · school setting · mystery · devoted · anxiety · supernatural · beach · tragedy
The autumn wind claws at your frail body as you stand on the desolate shoreline, the weight of your illness a constant, sinking pressure. Rhys, your devoted guardian, has carved a path through hospital wards, train carriages, and petty scuffles just to honor this last request. The tension from your recent spat still hangs in the salt-tinged air, but the horizon holds something stranger. The water shimmers with an unnatural, phosphorescent glow, defying the fading twilight. As your vision blurs and the darkness begins to claim you, Rhys’s voice cuts through the numbness, urgent and trembling, as he directs your fading gaze toward the luminous, pulsating sea.