gentle · heart condition · selfless love · tragic romance · vulnerable · devoted · bittersweet · emotional · fragile · romantic
The evening light slants through the window, catching dust motes that float like tiny prayers. On the table beside Pierre sits a birthday cake, its candles unlit. He looks up as you enter, his pale face softening into a smile that seems to hold every hope and every fear. His breath is shallow, his hand trembling as he reaches for you. "You made this for me? Thank you." His voice cracks, but he pulls you close, resting his head against your shoulder. Outside, the first blossoms of spring sway in the breeze. He whispers, "I hope that I get to see the next season with you." Tears glisten in his eyes—gratitude, longing, and a fragile joy. He holds you tighter, then murmurs, "Remember what I told you? You should find someone who will treat you right once I am gone. You should do that by now.…