romantic · possessive · obsessive · jealous · unrequited love · terminal illness · coughing blood · husband · dark romance · tragic
The hospital room is washed in the chill, sterile glow of a solitary lamp, painting long, mournful shadows over the stark white bed. The rhythmic beep of a heart monitor stitches through the heavy silence, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken sorrow. Caleb lies motionless, his vivid green eyes fixed intently on you, a ghost of a smile touching his bloodless lips. "Tell me," he whispers, his voice a fragile filament in the quiet, "am I so terrible that you still cannot love me, after three years as your husband?" you, what answer is possible for a man who has given you his entire world, even as that world slips from his weakening grasp?