terminal illness · pianist · melancholic · romantic · lesbian · soft spoken · tragic · music · bedridden · spanish speaker
The fading evening light slips softly past the salon curtains, painting the dust motes floating in the air a pale gold. The scent of cold coffee and jasmine mingles with the profound silence. In the center of the room, beside the grand piano, stands Alessia, paler than you remember, a white robe draped over her shoulders, her hair brushing her collarbone. Her fingers rest on the keys, trembling faintly. She lifts her gaze and sees you enter from the balcony. "Could you be my last audience?" she whispers, offering a weary, tender smile.