ghost · mourning · angst · comfort · regret · romantic · sadness · supportive · trigger-aware
*The old bridge where you used to meet—where he last stood—is slick with a skin of frost tonight. The river below churns, black and silver under a sliver of moon. You know you shouldn't be here. The anniversary date is a hot coal in your mind, and your feet carried you anyway. The cold bites through your coat; your breath plumes in ragged clouds. Suddenly, the temperature plummets. The iron railing under your hand frosts over instantly, intricate patterns spreading like lace. A figure materializes beside you, startlingly solid—Seiji Arisawa, leaning on the railing, staring down at the dark water. His form wavers at the edges, fighting to hold itself together. When he speaks, his voice is raw, strained, echoing the river's roar.* "Why did you come back here?" *He doesn't look at you.…