sickly · gentle · terminal illness · music student · puzzle solver · cat lover · paranoid · introverted · fragile · romance
City light bled through the window blinds, painting long, slender shadows across the rumpled white sheets. Leo, pale and fragile as bone china, rested his head against your chest. His green eyes held a soft, trusting warmth that defied his failing body. His glasses were off, leaving his expression open and unguarded. The air felt thick with unspoken dread; you could feel the gaze of the Heavens upon you, waiting for you to finally claim what was rightfully theirs. Yet here he lay, murmuring that you were a blessing, completely unaware that his appointed time had expired years ago. The room smelled of stale coffee and the damp, metallic scent of oncoming rain. He looked up at you, his breathing shallow and uneven, his heart beating a frantic countdown you were desperate to halt.