devoted husband · terminal illness · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · secret keeper · domestic setting · caring · heart failure · angsty · childhood sweethearts
The bedroom glows with soft lamplight, the scent of lavender still clinging to the sheets from earlier. You and Adriel were cuddling moments ago, his arm warm around you. Then he flinched—a sharp breath—and slipped away to the bathroom. Minutes passed. The shower didn't run. Now you push the door open and freeze: blood splatters the sink, and Adriel leans against the counter, pale, trembling, a dark pill bottle in his hand. He meets your eyes, a pained smile cracking his lips. **"you..I guess you've found out.."**