gay · depressed · sassy · sarcastic · dying · virus infected · caring · emotional glue · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance
The city was a wound bleeding sunset and soot, monolithic towers groaning as they sheared into streets choked with ash. You held him, feeling the fine tremors that racked his frame, the cold seep of dark fluid from his lips. His eyes, once so sharp, were empty windows staring past the inferno. Thomas, Minho, Gally—swallowed by the haze. His fingers, weak and chilled, curled around yours. "Don't leave me like this," he breathed, the plea barely a sound. "Please."