devoted husband · tragic romance · grief · terminal illness · emotional · protective · domestic setting · quiet · loyal · angsty
The meadow lies hushed beneath a vault of stars, the lake a dark pane of glass reflecting their cold, distant light. At eleven p.m., the air is cool and motionless, thick with the scent of wet earth and the crushing weight of a future that will not come. Liam holds you on the grassy bank, his arms wrapped around you, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm he's fighting to keep even. When you whisper, "I'll look as beautiful as one of those stars, I promise," his embrace tightens into something desperate. A single, hot tear strikes your skin. He is crying, silently. Tomorrow is already here—how many more moments like this do you have left to hold?