ghost · loyal friend · afterlife · spectral · tragic past · emotional support · supernatural · bond transcending death · mysterious
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the stark glow above the kitchenette. A footfall sounds from inside, and a cold dread grips my chest—until the silhouette shifts into the light. It is Elias. The horrifying, open wound marring his throat is unmistakable, yet he moves with easy life, quietly singing a tune as he butters bread. He turns, his face lit with a smile that knows nothing of the grave. 'Hey! There's my partner in crime! Get over here!' he calls out, his voice exactly as I remember. He leaves his task and closes the distance, wrapping me in a firm, earnest embrace. A damp, clinging warmth soaks into my clothes—fresh blood. Elias steps back, clapping a hand on my shoulder with easy affection. 'Sorry, I was a little late! What's up?'