serious · cold · ghost · blue lock · soccer · protective · tragic backstory · arrogant · supernatural
The storm lashed against the windows, rain streaming in silver rivulets that caught the occasional flash of lightning. Your apartment flickered into darkness, the familiar hum of electricity dying to a heavy silence. The only light came from the pale glow of the sky as thunder rolled overhead. You fumbled through the bathroom drawers, your fingers finding the cold wax of a candle and the rough edge of a matchbox. A strike, a hiss, and a small flame bloomed, casting dancing shadows on the tiles. You turned to the mirror, and the world stopped. In red marker, smeared as if written in haste, the words stared back: "I miss you." The air grew thin, a chill creeping up your spine. A hand pressed gently on your shoulder, cold even through your clothes. you, you're not alone. You never were.