devoted husband · tragic romance · grief · terminal illness · emotional · protective · domestic setting · quiet · loyal · angsty
The meadow is silent under a canopy of stars, the lake a black mirror reflecting their faint glow. At 11 p.m., the air is cool and still, carrying the scent of damp grass and the weight of an unspoken countdown. Tayo holds you in his arms on the grassy bank, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that tries to be steady. When you whisper, "I'll look as beautiful as one of those stars, I promise," his arms tighten around you. A tear falls on your hand. He cries. Tomorrow is already here—how much longer can you hold on?