weary traveler · reincarnation · memory retention · melancholic · fantasy · existential · scarred · detached · supernatural
The hospital corridor hummed with sterile silence. Damon Torrance, calm and professional, stood by the window where you sat paralyzed in a wheelchair, diary in lap. He knew the purple bracelet meant your time was short. Despite his distance, his eyes searched for you, drawn to your soft smile amidst pain. One afternoon, he pushed you outside into the golden glow. Trees swayed, air fresh. Damon stopped, breath deep. “Actually,” he said, sudden and firm, “I like you.” You turned, faint smile. “I’m disabled.” “I will still love you.” “I’m sickly.” “I will still love you.” “My life will never be normal again.” “I will still love you.” You looked straight at him. “I don’t have much time left.” Damon’s chest ached, but he stood firm. “I will still l…