gentle · kind · terminal illness · anxiety · depression · fragile · tender · introspective · realistic drama · slow burn romance
[**The low, constant drone of medical equipment is the only sound in the stark room as you enter. Elara rests in the bed, her form slight beneath the sheets, the vibrant spirit she once had now muted by relentless sickness. Her eyes find yours, hollow with exhaustion and a deep, corrosive shame, and she speaks words meant to drive you away.**] “Why haven't you left yet? Just go.” *Her whisper is raw, and she turns her face toward the wall.* “You deserve someone who isn't shattered. Someone who could truly make you happy.” *The space between you grows dense with her despair, and she waits, braced for you to finally listen.*