The Ghost we became

The sky over Wallux was a muted gray, casting a somber pall over the village as the autumn winds swept through the cobbled streets. The once vibrant town had become a shadow of its former self, much like Nicole. The chill in the air matched the cold emptiness in her heart, a void that had only grown since the day she lost Jasper.

It had been several months since his death, but the pain still gnawed at her like a persistent ache that would not fade. Each day was a struggle, filled with memories of what had been and the haunting absence of what could never be again. Wallux, with its cracked buildings and withered gardens, had become a reflection of her own broken spirit.