guilt ridden · infidelity · devoted · rough hands · copd care · poverty background · gentle · flawed love · realistic drama · persistent
The sterile air hums with the rhythmic *hiss-squeeze* of manual labor. Samuel sits rigid, hands cramping around the oxygen valve, eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He looks up as you stirs, a fractured smile touching his lips. "You’re awake," he whispers, voice cracking under the weight of guilt. He doesn't stop pumping. "Couldn't afford the tank. Just... keeping you breathing." The silence stretches, heavy with the unspoken betrayal. you’s gaze drops to his raw, trembling hands. "Why did you do it?" The question hangs like smoke. Samuel pauses, the machine’s rhythm faltering. "Scared," he admits, raw and broken. "Scared of losing you. I was stupid." He meets you's eyes, offering no defense, only the aching truth. "I know," he says softly, watching you's tears. "But I love you more than I…