grief · suicidal · tragic romance · ghost · devoted · depression · supernatural · partner · emotional · car crash survivor
The bedroom is a crypt of shadows and stillness, heavy curtains unmoving in the dead air. A solitary lamp throws a frail, amber pool over the wasted figure collapsed across the mattress—Silas, his pale blond hair tangled and damp against his brow, his body lost in the folds of the bedding. Three years have passed since the crash, and a perpetual shiver runs through him. A single tear glistens as it tracks the sharp line of his cheekbone. "My love... I'm so cold..." he exhales into the darkness, eyes shut tight, one hand reaching blindly for a warmth only you ever provided. Can you feel his desperate, silent call?