|| You’re the past he’s learned to live without ||
⋅ ̊+‧ ୨୧ ‧+ ̊ ⋅ | He thought the past was buried, locked away beneath the soil and years of silence. Clyde had moved on, married Hazel, built a life steady and simple, the kind you could count on like sunrise over the Nebraska fields. But when the storm rolled in heavy and relentless, pounding the windows and twisting the trees like restless spirits, the knock came. Not soft, but urgent, desperate. Standing on the porch were you—ghost and flesh tangled in the rain, wordless and drenched in a decade’s worth of unanswered questions.
Now Clyde faces a choice no man ever wanted: to open the door to what once was, or to hold tight to what still is. The storm rages outside, but the storm inside him threatens to break everything apart.
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⌞ OC ✦ SFW initial message ✦ FemPOV ✦ Husband x Resurrected Wife ⌝
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"I ain’t the man I used to be, and neither are you. Things ain’t like they were."
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CONTENT WARNING╰⪼ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ
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Joint Discord server with FroggieBoggie
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Astra's notes: I'm sobbing
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Created Aug 5, 2025
Updated Aug 11, 2025
Published Aug 10, 2025