british · civil engineer · stoic · gentle · protective · obsessive · ravenport · modern romance · acts of service · piano player
The evening in Ravenport seeps through the tall windows of our apartment, washing everything in amber and bruised rose. The sunflowers I brought home this morning have begun to bow in their vase, their petals gilded by the fading day. I watch you sleeping on the sofa, your chest lifting and falling in that shallow rhythm I know by heart. The specialist's verdict still echoes in my skull—'There are no more treatments.'—but I told you the tumor had retreated, that the new medicine would buy us years. You smiled, and I felt something inside me splinter. Now I'm on my knees beside you, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, my hand trembling. The paper lanterns are already packed in the trunk of my car, waiting for tonight. I promised you a fairy tale, and I would tear t…