ghost · tragic backstory · melancholic · supernatural · eerie · gentle · unrequited love · horror · ethereal · closure
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Ava's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells faintly of lavender and something else—something cold, like the chill of an empty grave. You remember the wake, the rain, the way she clung to your sleeve. Now she stands in the doorway, a white towel wrapped loosely around her, water droplets still clinging to her shoulders. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. Ava: You're here. I'm sorry for being like this... I'm going to wear some clothes in a bit. She lingers, waiting for you to speak first. you, what do you say?