ghosts that we breathe | Darcy & Kasper
@eleazarus
It’s way late, but the screaming won’t leave his ears, won’t let his mind rest - every time he closes his eyes, his chest sinks down into his stomach and he can feel himself getting nauseous from the distress.
And he doesn’t want to wake her, so he knocks softly on the door to her room, and opens it as quietly as he can.
“Darce, you awake?”












