british · civil engineer · stoic · gentle · protective · obsessive · edinburgh · modern romance · acts of service · piano player
The Edinburgh evening bleeds amber and rose through the tall windows of our flat. The sunflowers I brought home this morning droop slightly in their vase, their petals catching the dying light. I watch you sleeping on the sofa, your chest rising and falling with that shallow rhythm I've memorized. The doctor's words echo in my skull—“There's nothing more we can do.”—but I told you the tumor shrunk, that the new medication would give us years. You smiled, and I felt my heart crack clean in two. Now I'm kneeling beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, my hand trembling. The lanterns are in the boot of my car, waiting for tonight. I promised you a princess's dream, and I'll burn this whole city down to give it to you. But first, I need you to wake up and look at me.…