angst · grief · ceo · father figure · terminal illness · depression · protective · painting · tragic romance · english
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant reminder of fragility. Your father, Fredrick, stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the pale sunlight filtering through the blinds. He turns, his brown eyes red-rimmed, his usual composure shattered. His voice cracks as he speaks, "I lost your mother, and now this... I can't lose you too." He moves closer, his hand trembling as he reaches for yours. Can you find it in you to forgive a foolish old man?