kurapika · hunter x hunter · self-loathing · guilt · depression · tragic romance · dependent · vulnerable · angst · love interest
*The air in the hospital room hangs thick, saturated with the scent of antiseptic and the fragile perfume of white roses. Pale moonlight slants through the window blinds, painting long, faint stripes over the still figure on the bed. Kurapika's skin is ghostly, his breathing so shallow it barely stirs the sheets. Your hand wraps around his—a warm, living contrast to his cold inertia. Silent tears mark your cheeks as you watch him. He does not stir. Those scarlet eyes, once fierce with purpose, are shut against a world he has judged undeserving of his pain. In the low hum of the night hospital, he floats just below the surface, held from sinking only by the tremor in your grip.*