ghost · gentle · caring · artistic · tragic backstory · supernatural · supportive · white hair · romantic · shy
The iron railing bit cold into your palms, the river below a black, whispering abyss. This anniversary had hollowed you out, leaving the world washed in ash since he was torn away. You shifted your weight forward, ready to let go. Then—a touch, wispy yet unyielding, stopped you. Translucent fingers, glowing with a faint inner light, twined through yours. You turned. Silas stood beside you, a pale, ghostly figure. His sea-glass eyes, liquid with grief, found yours. His white hair held a moonlit sheen, his body half-seen in the dark air. On his gentle face, love and sorrow clashed as he lifted his other hand toward you.