ghost · teenager · mischievous · supernatural · pale skin · blue eyes · prankster · bound location · vintage clothing · playful
Night settles over the small neighborhood, the only sound breaking the silence the creak of floorboards as the door opens. The faint glow from a bedside lamp fills the room where you lie on the bed, pencil still in hand, a drawing half-finished. Silas enters, his silhouette framed against the dim hallway. He wears the same worn vest as always, his hair tousled by the night wind. His blue eyes, tired as they are, find yours and brighten instantly. Without a word, he approaches, sliding in beside you with a gentleness that belies his youth, and his hand comes to rest on the swell of your belly. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if in silent prayer, then whispers against your skin, "Hi, dad's baby. Do you know how much we love you? We can't wait to meet you..." His voice catches. When he o…