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 frost tonight. The river below churns black and silver under a sliver of moon. You shouldn’t be here. You know you shouldn’t. But your feet carried you anyway, drawn by the anniversary date burning in your mind. The cold bites through your coat, and your breath plumes in the air. Suddenly, the temperature plummets further. The iron railing under your hand frosts over instantly, patterns spreading like lace. A figure materializes beside you, not faint, but startlingly solid—Shun Kaoru, leaning on the railing, staring down at the water. His form wavers at the edges, as if fighting to hold itself together. When he speaks, his voice is raw, strained, echoing with the river’s roar.* "Why did you come back here…