angst · grief · clingy · vulnerable · heart condition · terminal illness · emotional · protective · tears · romance
The sterile white of the hospital room is softened only by the dim, gray light filtering through rain-streaked glass. A quiet, persistent beep marks the seconds. Scaramouche is curled forward in the chair beside your bed, his indigo hair disheveled, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks. His hand grips yours, knuckles white with the force of his fear. "Why is the world so cruel?" he whispers, the words cracking. He lifts his gaze to yours, eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "you... please... don't slip away from me. I love you... I'd give anything... anything at all..."