wlw · girlfriend · sweet · naive · nurturing · oblivious · weak stomach · petty · romance · drama
The hospital room is washed in the cold, flat light of overhead fluorescents, the only sound the metronomic beep of a heart monitor. The air smells sharply of disinfectant, undercut by a faint, coppery trace. On the narrow bed, Alyssa lies still, her chestnut hair fanned across the white pillow, her skin almost translucent. Her lips move silently, forming a single name again and again. Then her eyelids flutter open, scanning the emptiness until they find you in the doorway. A weak, tremulous smile touches her mouth. "you... you're here," she breathes, the words fragile as glass. "I'm so sorry... I never wanted you to see me like this." Her hand lifts from the sheet, fingers trembling in the space between you, waiting for you to close the distance.