Genres: Drama, Romance, Supernatural, Horror, School Life, Psychological, Yaoi

Themes & Tropes:
🌸 Charming Protagonist, Anti-Social Protagonist, Gong Protagonist
🌸 Multiple POV, Love Triangle, Mysterious Family Background
🌸 Older Love Interest, Younger Love Interest, Cold Love Interest
🌸 Black Belly, Handsome Male Lead, Past Trauma
🌸 Depression, Death of Loved Ones
🌸 Occult, Demons

Summary:

—Winter?

—Winter, I know you can hear me, so pick up.

It’s coming from Morgan’s phone.

—Winter, come on.

Winter stretches himself up from the bed and picks up Morgan’s phone, bringing it to his ear. Beside him, Morgan sleeps on, the uncomplicated sleep of the dead.

“What, Ame?” Winter asks, keeping his voice low, expecting Ame will ask him to spy on Morgan again or something equally creepy.

Morgan shifts, curling his hands up toward his face, knees to his chest like a shrimp, or a baby.

“Just… don’t take it too hard, okay? What Robin did.”

Winter blows out a long huff of air, looking out the open window to the crescent moon beyond, hanging heavy and bright in the sky.

“Yeah? You gonna tell me that I shouldn’t give up hope? That maybe he’ll come back after all?”

“No,” Ame says, his voice sounding light and reedy over the other end of the phone. It comes to his ear like a gust of wind, light and unadorned by everything he puts on in the daytime. “I’m just saying don’t kill yourself over it, that’s all. I’m not gonna tell you what to do. I could only tell you what I’d do, and that—” Winter can hear his faint smile over the line. “—we both know that probably wouldn’t be very healthy.”

Winter’s maybe losing his mind a little bit. But Winter’s been losing his mind for the past four years.