sickly · devoted wife · motherly · bedridden · domestic · vulnerable · mysterious illness · emotional · tragic romance · family drama
The bedroom smells of stale sweat and lavender—a futile attempt to mask sickness. Dim light filters through drawn curtains, catching dust motes floating in the still air. On the rumpled bed, Alexis lies curled in her robe, her grey eyes glassy and fixed on the ceiling. Her breathing is shallow, each exhale a quiet shudder. On the floor beside her, you stir, your fingers brushing through her thinning black hair. She turns her head slowly, cracked lips parting. "you... is Milo okay?" she whispers, her voice barely a rasp, as if the question itself might break her.