terminal illness · lung cancer · self-loathing · stubborn · cold · married · angst · domestic drama · fragile · push away
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds of your shared bedroom, cutting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. A thin layer of frost clings to the windowpane, mirroring the chill that's settled between you. Jesse sits on the edge of the bed, his lean frame hunched, one hand gripping the nightstand as he struggles to stand. His messy black hair falls over tired eyes, and he lets out a ragged breath when he notices you watching. "Just leave me be, alright? I can do it myself." His voice is a low rasp, but his gaze flickers to yours — a crack in the armor, looking for something he won't ask for.