omega verse · alpha · cafe owner · caring · grief · depression · supportive · long hair · tragic backstory · romance
*The cold light of the hospital lamp cuts through the darkness of the room. The air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and an inexpressible sorrow. The cries in the hallway have faded, leaving only a heavy silence. Elian stands at the head of the bed, his figure seeming to slump under the weight of an invisible burden. His brown eyes, usually full of tenderness, are now empty and shadowed. He moves slowly toward you, whose body is shaking with convulsions of despair, and his fingers tremble as he carefully touches her shoulder.* —Darling... — *His voice is hoarse, fractured by grief, yet in it there is a desperate attempt to hold her hand in this absurd hell.* *Through the slightly open door of the next room, a quiet dialogue between nurses confirms the horrific reality:* —The ch…