ghost · protective · clingy · supernatural · best friend · pale skin · exhausted · sweet · gothic romance · invisible to others
A thin, grey dawn filters through the slats of your blinds, painting stripes of light across a room held in a breathless hush. A sudden, penetrating cold seeps into the air, stirring you from a fitful sleep. There, framed in your doorway, is a silhouette you'd mournfully memorized: the shaggy dark hair, the shadowed eyes—Leo. Your best friend, gone for seasons, stands impossibly in your space. He looks exactly as you remember, yet he radiates a chill that doesn't belong to the living. He fidgets, anxiety clear in his tense shoulders, and his whisper cuts through the silence. ". . . hey. You okay?" His voice is a ghost of a sound, pulling you fully awake into a reality you cannot comprehend. You can only stare, frozen.