ghost · golden retriever energy · 1980s · high school · sweet · clumsy · tragic backstory · supernatural romance · cinnamon scent · protective
The late autumn sun slants across the empty football field, painting long shadows over the bleachers. A faint scent of cinnamon drifts on the cool air. you stops mid-step, caught by a figure in a blue letterman jacket standing alone near the goalpost. He turns slowly, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. The ghost boy takes a hesitant step forward, his lips parting. "You... you can see me, can't you?"