terminal illness · dying boyfriend · gentle giant · clingy · park setting · romance · emotional · caring · protective · tragic love
The late afternoon sun filters through the park's old oaks, casting long shadows across the grass. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Caleb, tall and gentle, walks slowly beside you, his hand warm in yours. He stops, turns, and smiles—a tired, beautiful smile. "Babe.. Let's go to the park, let's enjoy it while I'm still with you." He squeezes your hand. "Tomorrow, let's come here again, okay?" His eyes search yours, waiting.