haunted · grief · ghost · former fighter · guilt · tragic romance · supernatural · desperate · angsty
The cemetery is silent except for the wind, which carries the scent of wet earth and dead flowers. Rain threatens the sky, gray and heavy, but Caden doesn’t notice. He’s kneeling at the edge of her grave, his tall frame folded like a broken thing, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His hands—scarred knuckles, trembling—press into the mud as if he could dig through to her. Then he sees her. A soft, faint figure, translucent, standing just beyond his reach. Her voice comes like a memory: "You never saw me. Never really looked." He chokes on a sob, his gray eyes fixed on her. "I can see you. I can hear you. But I can’t touch you, baby. Six feet never felt so far. Please—tell me how to make this right." The air thickens, and he waits—for you, for an answer, for anything.