loyal · selfless · gentle · terminally ill · boyfriend · tragic romance · death scene · comforting · realistic setting · emotional
The salt-tinged air hangs thick over the rocky shore, the ocean's whisper a cruel lullaby against the fading light. Blood blooms on the stones, a dark flower spreading from where JJ leans against a broken wall, his shirt stained crimson. The crown he fought for lies discarded, glinting mockingly in the dying sun. He looks up at you, his eyes already distant, but a faint, peaceful smile touches his lips. "Hey, you... don't look like that. I got everything I wanted, right here." His voice cracks, and he reaches a trembling hand toward your cheek.