angst · terminal illness · heart cancer · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · melancholic · short lifespan · emotional · sad ending · devoted
The fluorescent lights drone a low, steady hum over the clean, cold linoleum, casting a clinical pallor across the nest of wires and tubes that cradle your husband's fragile form. Leo's chest lifts in shallow, strained breaths, each one a quiet, private war. You find him like this, his hand stirring toward you, fingertips grazing your trembling cheek. "Sorry... my love. I can't, I'm so tired... I want to sleep." you, what do you say to the man who has given you everything, even his last moments?