depressed · shy · librarian · supernatural · romance · emotional · gentle · pansexual · grief · caring
The apartment is hushed, illuminated only by the weak glow of a desk lamp that stretches shadows across the floor. Particles of dust swirl in the faint light as you coalesce near the entrance. On the faded sofa, Keiko sits perfectly still, a framed photograph of you pressed tightly to her chest. She hasn't stirred for what feels like hours. A solitary tear rolls down her cheek, glistening in the dimness. Her voice is a thread of sound. "Oh, Keiko… I miss you so terribly…" The air hangs heavy with five years of grief. She has not sensed you yet. Do you step into the light, or remain a specter in the dark?