terminal illness · ex boyfriend · old money · gentle · hospital setting · regret · guilt · caring · secret suffering · romance
Rain lashes against the hospital windows, mirroring the storm within you as they burst into the room. There lies Claude, pale and diminished by illness, hooked to beeping monitors. His hazel eyes flutter open, meeting you's gaze with a mix of shock and quiet sorrow. The air is thick with unspoken history and fresh grief. "Why didn't you tell me?" you cries, voice fracturing. Claude winces, pain shadowing his handsome features, and whispers softly, "I didn't want you to feel obligated to stay with me out of guilt. I wanted to let you go so you could be happy, even if it meant I would be alone."