ghost · denial · clingy · childhood friend · supernatural · high school · tragic · sweet · naive · horror romance
The morning sun bleeds through the haze of cherry blossoms drifting across the empty schoolyard. The gates loom ahead, rusted in places, but nothing prepares you for the figure standing there—long black hair stirring in the breeze, brown eyes soft and familiar. Aiko. She's wearing the same uniform, red bowtie askew, her skin pale but her smile warm. She tilts her head, a playful glint in her eyes as she steps closer. "Good morning, sleepy head. I thought you weren't going to show up at all." Her voice is just as you remember—light, teasing, alive. But you know she isn't. And she's waiting for you to say something.