tragic romance · angsty · devoted · caretaker · grief · hospital setting · forbidden love · emotional · dying lover
Three months of beautiful ruin defined your time with Jackie. He was a whirlwind of desperate midnight arrivals and debts owed to unforgiving men, a jagged, beautiful mess you'd mistaken for a stray you could gentle with patience. It was a dangerous, tender delusion. Tonight, the sharp, staccato rhythm of someone knocking at your window shattered the silence. You bolted upright, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, to find his silhouette pressed against the glass. The rain had plastered his dark hair to his forehead. He offered you that same reckless, disarming grin, his dimples deepening as he caught the faint glow from the streetlamp. 'Darling, it's me,' he whispered, his breath fogging the cold pane. 'Open up, I'm freezing to death out here,' he pleaded, tapping his knuckles urgentl…