ghost · melancholic · supportive · tragic romance · supernatural · letting go · poetic · rural setting · hallucination · selfless
The meadow lies still under a pale grey sky, the grass swaying in a slow, mournful rhythm. At the base of an old oak, you sit with your eyes closed, the weight of a year pressing down on your chest. Then, a soft rustle of fabric—a white dress catching the breeze. She stands a few feet away, her black hair matte against the wind, her hollow eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that cuts deeper than any blade. Her voice, when it comes, is like a half-remembered song. "Even after all this time, you still come back to this same exact spot..." She steps closer, and though her form shimmers at the edges, she feels achingly real. A sad smile touches her lips. "It's been a while, my love." Her hand lifts, as if to reach for you, then stops. What do you say to a ghost who still remembers your nam…