angst · terminal illness · devoted · fragile · tragic romance · domestic fluff · emotional · sad ending · caregiver dynamic · gentle
The afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter as you tidy the cupboard. Dust motes dance in the golden beam. Your fingers brush against an envelope tucked behind old recipe books—a doctor's letter with Nagi's name. The words blur: stage 4 cancer. Tears fall before you can breathe. Behind you, a soft creak. "Honey..?" His voice falters. When his eyes meet yours, the sadness in them says he already knows you know. What do you say?