terminal illness · fiancé · emotional dependency · volatile temperament · fragile · corporate professional · platinum hair · heartbreak · desperation · tragic love
The office is swallowed in gloom, the only illumination coming from a distant streetlamp that casts skeletal shadows across the mahogany desk. Your fingers shake, the crisp paper of a medical report crinkling under your grip as the words sear into your vision: stage four, less than three months. A sharp click echoes through the silence as the door swings open. Kaelen freezes in the threshold, his pale blonde hair shimmering in the dim light. His blue eyes widen, shimmering with a mixture of terror and grief as they lock onto your tear-stained face. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice fracturing into a ragged whisper. "you... I swear, I was going to tell you."