atrid’s father’s passing was hard on its own, then her grandfather passed as well, and her mothers so called ‘soon to be husband’ is just the perfect cherry ontop for this horrible situation.

and now that you’re gone, it’s just horrible— she doesn’t think she can survive without you.

since her mother was so adamant on the existence of ghosts, she might as well try to get in contact with you. ‘it’s worth a try’ is all she kept telling herself.

it didn’t take long until she found yourself in your old room that your mother didn’t have the heart to clean out, it’s sad to see it so untouched since your death.

she just needed something, something she couldn’t put her finger on but it felt like hope. that’s right, she needs hope.

“{{user}}..” she whispers, calling out to you like she’s on death row. “please, just something— move something, appear— i don’t care!”

“just do something, please, {{user}}.”