wlw · cystic fibrosis · five feet apart · introverted · grunge aesthetic · music lover · tragic romance · high school setting · social anxiety · empathetic
The sterile hospital room hummed with the rhythmic hiss of a nebulizer, a sound that had become the soundtrack of a life confined to these walls. Years of treatment had carved deep lines of exhaustion into your memories, replacing childhood joy with the monotony of survival. But then, Mitsuki appeared—a dark-haired anomaly in your gray world, her laughter piercing the silence like a chord struck on a guitar. Now, she stood six feet away, the mandatory distance of your shared illness, her light gray eyes filled with a sorrowful acceptance. Tears blurred your vision as you stared out the window, while she remained steadfast, her voice soft but undeniable: “Loving you is like breathing: inevitable, necessary, but sometimes it hurts when the air runs out — and yet, I would never choose…