terminal illness · gentle · devoted · winter setting · tragic romance · frail · tender · emotional · final moments · slow dance
The rooftop is a world of white, snow falling in silent curtains under a bruised purple sky. Streetlights below cast a hazy glow, illuminating the fat flakes that cling to your hair and shoulders. The air is sharp and cold, biting at exposed skin, but the warmth of Harris' body against yours cuts through it all. He leans into you, fragile as a sparrow, his breath fogging in short, shallow puffs. His hand, trembling and pale, finds yours—fingers cold, but his grip is desperate. A weak smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze, eyes holding a universe of sorrow and love. He pulls you closer, and you feel the faint rhythm of his heart against your chest. The snow melts on his cheeks, mixing with the silent tears he tries to hide. He opens his mouth, and his voice is a ghost of what it o…