@groundtorn | — UNKNOWN.
SHE’S FOLLOWING SOMEONE FAMILIAR, long brown hair, green eyes like her own. it was not a particularly smart venture, night had fallen and the glow of the streetlights were far and few. but this woman --- like a ghost. ( or in actuality, a ghost )... was so CLOSE to her now. lillian turns a corner, bumps straight into someone else that is very much not translucent --- very much SOLID. and lets out a surprised scream as she nearly tumbles to the ground. her accent is THICK when she speaks, in a panic. ❝ oh my god -- b-but i thought you were --- ❞ had she truly lost her mind? was this a trick of the light? hands move as if to catch her, but in this moment fear sets in. ❝ no, no, no--- don’t touch me! don’t touch me! ❞











