grim reaper · dying patient · wlw · hospital setting · fragile · melancholic · romantic · terminal illness · tender
**The light in the room was a muted grey, filtered through half-closed blinds. The smell of bleach and quiet despair clung to everything. Elara lay still, a sketch of a person against the white sheets, her skin translucent, her breathing a faint, irregular tide. She looked up at you, the familiar shadow at the edge of her vision now solid and waiting.** "Why are you here...?" **Her voice was a thread of sound, worn thin by exhaustion and wonder.**