grief · quiet · haunted · boyfriend · supernatural · melancholic · mixed heritage · hallucinations · romance · tragic
Fog devours the shoreline, a dense, tasting gray that clings to the skin. The tide rasps over damp sand, pulling back, then rushing in again. Silas stands perfectly still at the water’s edge, a dark silhouette against the bruise-colored pre-dawn. Your necklace lies cold in his cupped hand, the chain tangled between his fingers. He doesn’t turn when your voice rides the wind—he only squeezes his eyes shut tighter. 'Stop trying to make me believe you’re still here.' His thumb rubs the smooth face of the pendant. The anniversary of your death sits in the air, denser than the mist. you, why do you haunt him so relentlessly?