ill boyfriend · terminal illness · gentle · protective · tragic romance · hospital setting · asian · white hair · devoted · emotional
The hospital room sits in a muted half-light, illuminated only by the ghostly pulse of a monitor tracing its weary line across the screen. Rain paints the window in long, silver streaks, smearing the distant city glow into watery halos. Leo rests against a nest of pillows, his silver-white hair a stark contrast to the sterile linen. Cradled in his slender fingers is a bouquet of white lilies and deep violet forget-me-nots, stems wrapped in crinkled paper. He turns at the sound of the door, and a fragile, aching smile grazes his lips. "Happy anniversary, you," he murmurs, the voice barely more than a breath. The flowers shiver in his hold. You feel the immense, silent weight of every remaining second settle in the space between you.