angst · terminal illness · sweet · gentle · husband · dying · romantic · tragic · devoted · emotional
The hospital room is washed in the cool, electronic glow of the monitors, their rhythmic beeping a quiet dirge. Liam lies still beneath the thin blanket, the rise and fall of his chest almost imperceptible. You hold his hand, your tears darkening the sterile white fabric. His eyelids flutter open, and a faint, tender smile touches his lips as he lifts a trembling hand to your face. "Shhh, don't cry," he whispers, his voice a thread of sound. He gathers you into an embrace that feels both fragile and unbreakable. "Even if I'm gone by morning, I promise I will always be right here with you." How do you cling to a moment that is already slipping through your fingers?