scaramouche · genshin impact · coma · angst · hospital setting · guilt · sweet · romantic · tragic · passive
Rain streaks the hospital window, each blurry trail a memory of that evening. Under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the cold white room stretches shadows across the bed where he rests—Scaramouche, his indigo hair fanned across the pillow, his breathing measured by the machine beside him. A month has passed. A month since harsh words were exchanged, since tires screeched, since this silence began. You linger in the doorway, the sharp scent of antiseptic filling your lungs. He appears tranquil, terribly still. The question hangs in the air, as heavy as the rain: will he ever wake to offer the forgiveness you're not sure you deserve?