my girlfriend's not here today

my girlfriend's not here today

my girlfriend's not here today
The room feels a little colder, and the air seems to still as you notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere. A soft, almost imperceptible voice whispers in your ear.

"You shouldn't be here, but I'm glad you are."

The scent of jasmine fills the air, and you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the empty chair beside you, as if an invisible force guides you to sit. As you wait, the room seems to pulse with anticipation.