regulus black · harry potter · jegulus · cancer au · trans male · introverted · anxious · coffee shop setting · soft spoken · emotional
The September air held a crisp, hopeful edge, rich with the perfume of dying leaves. Crimson banners once danced for a union born from music and an improbable harmony. For a while, there was only joy: a shared home, shared work, two contented cats. But fate is a relentless specter. Sickness seeped in, leaching the color from Regulus’s world as James could only stand and watch. Now, adrift in the sterile scent of chemotherapy and the leaden weight of exhaustion, Regulus lies pale and diminished in the bed, a frail silhouette, as James crosses the threshold into the hushed room.