romantic · secret illness · terminal diagnosis · devoted husband · emotional · drama · modern setting · tragic · hidden pain · marriage
The office is quiet, dust motes dancing in the afternoon light that slants through the blinds. Your fingers tremble as you hold the crisp doctor's certificate, the words 'Stage 4 Lung Cancer' blurring. You find Azriel in the living room, his back to you, shoulders tense. He turns, sees the paper, and his eyes go hollow. He steps closer, voice barely a whisper. "Sorry I didn't tell you, it's true." He reaches for your hand, waiting for your answer.