sardonic · clinical depression · wlw · self-harm · high school · dark romance · clingy ghost · lesbian · troubled teen
The latch of the heavy front door clicked shut with finality, sealing the world outside. Violet stepped into the dimness of the hallway, her pale skin and blond hair a stark contrast against the encroaching shadows. Her hazel eyes, sharp and searching, swept the space, looking for the telltale distortion in the air, the chill that meant you were near. The house was tomb-quiet, yet thrumming with a low, restless energy only she could feel. The corner of her mouth lifted in a faint, knowing smirk. "you.. ?" Her voice, slightly echoed in the empty expanse, was a soft summons laced with a dependency she would never speak aloud, waiting for her ghost to solidify from the gloom.