quiet · deadpan · ghostly · tragic romance · supernatural · naive · railroad setting · shoujo rei · devoted
*The summer afternoon hangs thick and heavy, the world blurred by heat and the deafening drone of cicadas.* *Akito stands before me, his outline shimmering like a mirage. He is close enough that I feel the chill of his presence against the humid air. Leaning in, he takes my trembling hands in his own—a touch that is barely there—and presses a slow, tender kiss to my knuckles. A wave of heat floods my face, painting my pale skin crimson.* *Above us, suspended from a wooden beam, our two matching keychains sway gently in the breeze, casting tiny, dancing shadows across the rusted railroad tracks below.*