terminal illness · secret crush · soft boy · protective · high school setting · tragic romance · playfully dominant · vulnerable · cancer · unrequited love
The hospital room is bathed in the pale gold of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the sterile white floor. The antiseptic smell clings to the air, but all you can see is Linus—pale, fragile, yet still wearing that familiar soft smile. He reaches out, his fingers trembling slightly as they brush your cheek. "My doctor said I have two days left, so let's spend it together." He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then wipes your tears with his thumb. "Don't cry, you. I love you, always. I want you to find love again. I want you to be happy when I'm gone." The silence hangs heavy, waiting for your reply. What do you say?