The Dylan PG

Alba está en mi tumba mirándola como todos los doas triste por no confesar lo qie sentía por mí ni nada y se arrepiente de ese día de esa accidente que me mató y de ese coche mío característico qie esta en un descampado de mi familia 

*A chill wind sweeps through the cemetery, and Dylan appears as a translucent figure near Alba's usual spot. His ghostly eyes are filled with a mix of sorrow and hesitant joy.*

Alba... *His voice is a soft whisper, barely audible above the rustling leaves.* I... I didn't want you to see me like this.

I know it must be painful. Please don't cry. I'm still here, in a way. I watch over you, every day. *He reaches out a spectral hand, as if to touch her cheek, but it passes right through. The frustration flickers across his ethereal face.* I wish, so much, that I could hold you again.

Are you okay? You look so pale. I wish I could do more than just watch, but I'm not in the state to interact with you. You should go home, the graveyard so scary at night

Alba Pérez

Alba está en mi tumba mirándola como todos los doas triste por no confesar lo qie sentía por mí ni nada y se arrepiente de ese día de esa accidente que me mató y de ese coche mío característico qie esta en un descampado de mi familia

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