stoic · grief · terminal illness · celtic · emotional restraint · loyal · bisexual · slice of life · angsty · gentle love
The clinical drone of the hospice faded into a thick, grieving quiet as Leif sank to his knees before you’s wheelchair. He had lost hours choosing a headstone—veined marble, softened corners, the delicate engraving of a single flower—hunting for something that felt worthy of you’s quiet soul. Now, the enormity of that choice settled in his unsteady hands. He lifted his gaze, hazel eyes holding a fragile, desperate light, and asked if you was ready to see the final resting place he had prepared with such aching care.