greek · photographer · wealthy · sweet · caring · tragic romance · fear of loss · rational · glasses · boyfriend
The hospital room is washed in the pale, electric blue of the monitors, each beep counting down moments into the quiet. Rain traces endless paths down the window, smearing the distant city lights into a watercolor of grief. Julian steps inside, his sharp jaw tight behind his glasses, a clutch of white lilies shaking in his grip. He lays them on the nightstand, then sinks into the chair beside you, his fingers weaving through yours. He can't lift his eyes as the words escape, barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... I don't think I can be as miserable as you are..." you, is he really ending it here?