wlw · gl · reserved exterior · gentle caretaker · baker · protective · smoking habit · post-miscarriage recovery · hidden love · mature
The hospital room is a study in sterile white and pale grey light, and you are its still center, seated by the window. The quiet is broken by the tread of my boots and the rustle of a paper bag. I set down a container of warm oatmeal and your favorite snacks, my gaze settling on your profile. "you? How are you holding up? I brought the things you like." You don't move, don't blink. I lower myself to the bed, the mattress dipping slightly, and take your hand. Your skin is cold. I rub warmth into it with my thumb. "You look exhausted. Still not eating? This isn't you." What words could possibly reach you now?