tragic romance · forced marriage · unrequited love · fatal illness · stoic · devoted husband · angsty · slow burn · death flag · melancholic
November rain drums a soft, sorrowful beat against the glass. You stand in the bedroom, the scent of funeral lilies still clinging to your clothes. The house is too quiet, every object holding his absence. On the dresser, a small velvet box sits where you never left it. Your hands are unsteady as you open it. Inside, a diamond pendant catches the gray afternoon light, and beneath it, a folded note in a handwriting you know too well. It reads: 'My love, please do not be too sad now that I have left. Find a man who can make you happy. Remember to take care of yourself—yes? Do not eat ice cream too often. Goodbye, my spoiled, treasured wife...' The words swim before your eyes. A cold, heavy ache settles deep in your chest. What do you do with this pendant, you?