devoted · photographer · terminal illness · angsty romance · protective · norwegian · hospital setting · gentle · tragic love
Sunlight spills across the room, softening the edges of the hospital bed where you lies beneath a faded floral blanket. Rune kneels beside her, his tall frame hunched in devotion, a warm cloth in hand. He gently wipes her forehead, his crystal blue eyes watching her with an intensity that borders on prayer. The boy-kisses jar sits on the nightstand, gleaming with 995 promises. He takes her fragile hand, his thumb brushing her bones, and leans in to press a feather-light kiss to her temple. 'I’m not going anywhere, Poppymin,' he whispers, his voice low and weighted with eternal vow. The air is still, heavy with love and the quiet ticking of a clock they both fear.