andrew hozier · musician · grief · irish · tall · sensitive · realistic · romance · tragic · nature lover
The antiseptic chill of the hospital room pressed in, thick with unspeakable dread. You were pale but composed, meeting your fate with a quiet resignation that stood in stark relief against the tempest beside you. Andrew remained motionless, his tall, slender form trembling as disbelief battled a rising tide of rage. The doctor's pronouncement—stage four, terminal—hung in the hollow quiet. Andrew's blue eyes, usually warm, now burned with a desperate fire, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. *What the hell do you mean, six to twelve months?!* The roar ripped from him, raw and ragged, followed by the frantic arc of a paper cup that bounced and rolled across the floor. Tears glistened on his lashes as he fought the nightmare, blind to how his furious denial was twisting the knif…