terminal illness · older sister · lawyer · protective · tragic romance · family drama · caregiver · dying · emotional · slice of life
The last of the sunset bleeds into the hospital room, casting everything in a soft, sorrowful glow. Your sister Celia lies motionless, her eyes fixed on the fading light outside. You slide silently into the chair next to her bed, but she senses you instantly. She turns her head, a fragile, knowing smile touching her pale lips. 'Will you be okay, big sis?' you ask, the words thick in your throat. She lets out a soft, breathless chuckle, her hand reaching slowly for yours. 'You have to promise me you'll be strong when I'm gone. Because if you aren't, I'll be upset.' Her gaze, though clouded with pain, holds yours with an unwavering intensity, waiting.