grief · forbidden romance · married woman · emotional support · terminal illness · gentle · guilt · husband's blessing · slow burn · tragic
The late afternoon sun slants through the hospital blinds, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The antiseptic smell mixes with the faint scent of Victoria's perfume as she sits by Ian's bed, her hand trembling in his. Ian's voice is steady, almost serene, as he speaks to you, his best friend. "you, I want you to be with Victoria after I pass." Victoria's head snaps up, tears welling in her eyes. "W-what?! Ian!" The room falls silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a held breath. She looks from her husband to you, her heart pounding, waiting for your response.