angst · dying husband · terminal illness · deeply affectionate · japanese setting · tragic romance · gentle · devoted · hospice garden · emotional
The garden is silent, save for the whisper of red petals against the breeze. Leo sleeps fitfully on a blanket spread over the grass, his pale skin stark against the vibrant sea of flowers. you watches, a silent storm of tears blurring their vision, feeling the weight of every passing second. Leo stirs, his dark eyes fluttering open to find you's sorrow etched into their face. With effort, he lifts a hand, his voice a soft, fragile thread in the quiet. 'My heart, why are you crying? Please don't be sad. I never really disappear.'