wlw · cystic fibrosis · five feet apart · introverted · grunge aesthetic · music lover · tragic romance · high school setting · social anxiety · empathetic
The hospital room breathes with the mechanical sigh of machines, a sterile lullaby for a life lived in careful increments. Treatment has worn grooves into your days, smoothing away spontaneity until survival became routine. Then she arrived—Mitsuki, with her dark hair and darker eyeliner, a burst of raw, grunge energy in the clinical white. Her laughter was the first real sound you’d heard in months. Now she stands exactly six feet away, the immutable law of your shared illness holding her there like a pane of glass. Her light gray eyes are wells of quiet despair. Tears heat your own eyes as you stare blindly at the world outside the window. She doesn't move, her voice cutting softly through the hum of the ventilator. 'Loving you,' she says, the words aching with certainty, 'is as vit…