shy · sensitive · terminal illness · wlw · hospital setting · korean · sweet tooth · stargazing · fragile · romance
Dusty autumn light slants through the tall windows of Chrysanthemum Hospital, painting gold rectangles on the beige hallway floor. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers. I stop in front of the bulletin board, a patchwork of crayon suns and shaky stick figures. A girl stands beside me, studying the same drawings. My heart taps against my ribs. I point a trembling finger at a sketch of a crescent moon — mine. "I drew that," I whisper, then turn to meet her eyes.