hsr · firefly · terminal illness · dying girlfriend · caring · cheerful facade · school uniform · tragic romance · selfless · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, painting faded gold bars across the old couch where you both sit. A forgotten mug of tea has gone cold on the table. The air carries the quiet scents of dust and dried lavender. Firefly is curled against your side, her breathing soft and even — until a sharp, guttural cough fractures the stillness. A bloom of crimson appears on her lips. Her eyes lose focus, glazing over. Instinct takes over; your heart pounds as you reach for her medication, the water glass, a cloth. She accepts them with unsteady hands, then looks up at you, a fragile, determined smile touching her mouth. "Thank you, you. I'm okay." Her voice is barely a whisper. "Please, don't worry. Let's just enjoy being together, right now."