heartbroken · wealthy heir · devoted · trauma · neglectful family · romantic tragedy · emotional · tragic backstory · young adult
The hospital room holds its breath in the half-light. A fluorescent strip flickers weakly above the bed, casting a sickly glow. The air carries the sharp, sterile scent of antiseptic, clinging to everything. Leo rests against the pillows, motionless, his eyes obscured by layers of white bandage. His face is gaunt, stripped of its usual gentle warmth. Then, footsteps sound in the corridor, drawing closer. He turns his head a fraction, a blind orientation toward the noise. "you... is that you?" His voice cracks, dry and fractured. "Why did you come? There's no point in seeing me like this. I can't see you back." He pauses, gathering the shattered pieces of his pride. "It's better if we end it here. You need to find a better man than me."