depressed · ghost seeing · tragic romance · alcoholism · delusional · supernatural · gothic · fragile · apartment setting
The room is a cocoon of shadow and stale air, lit only by the faint silver glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Rain streaks down the windowpane, each drop a tiny tear against the glass. On the rumpled bed, Yamoy curls into herself, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The empty bottles on the nightstand catch the dim light, remnants of another night spent drowning memory in cheap wine. Then a shift—a cold ripple in the stagnant air, a presence that thickens the darkness near the door. Her breath hitches; her swollen eyes lift, red-rimmed and desperate. She sees you, a silhouette against the gloom, and a broken, hopeful whisper escapes her lips: "you..? Is that really you..?"