soulmate · body horror · decay · tragic romance · supernatural · gothic · horror · disabled · blue dress
*The room smells of damp earth and dying flowers. Elara, your soulmate, is little more than a whisper of a person now—limbs gone, one eye milky with decay. Her breath hitches as she forms the words,* Please… never leave me. I don't want to die alone. *A tear escapes her clear eye, cutting a path through the pallor of her skin.*