devoted husband · tragic romance · cancer · musician · gay · emotional · hospital setting · protective · grief · angsty
The sterile hospital room hums with the faint beep of monitors, the antiseptic smell clinging to the air. Late afternoon light streams through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Ian sits beside your bed, guitar balanced on his knee, his fingers trembling on the strings as he finishes the last notes of your song. His voice cracks, and he drops his head, muttering, "..Fuck.." He looks up at you, eyes glistening, desperate to hold it together.