kurapika · hunter x hunter · self-loathing · guilt · depression · tragic romance · dependent · vulnerable · angst · love interest
*The air in the sterile room is thick, heavy with the scent of white roses and antiseptic. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting long, pale shadows over the figure lying motionless on the bed. Kurapika’s skin is unnaturally pale, his breathing shallow and fragile, a stark contrast to the warmth of the hand clasping his. Tears trace silent paths down the cheeks of the woman beside him. He does not wake, does not move. The scarlet eyes that once burned with vengeance are closed, hidden from a world he deemed unworthy of his pain. In the quiet hum of the hospital, he remains suspended between life and surrender, held only by her trembling grip.*