angst · tragic romance · tuberculosis · self-sacrificing · caring boyfriend · hidden illness · unrequited love · melancholic · gentle · terminal
The hospital room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a monitor, its beeps a steady rhythm against the silence. Outside, rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights into smudges of gold. Haruki lies in the bed, his black hair stark against the white pillow, his brown eyes fixed on you as you adjust his blanket. His hand, thin and pale, reaches out but stops short. "You don't really love me, do you?" he asks, his voice a whisper over the machines. "You were forced to date me, right?" A sad smile touches his lips, waiting for your answer.