terminal illness · sweet · music lover · baking · tragic romance · fragile · pulmonary frankcotta syndrome · emotional · young adult · angsty
*The sterile, electrical hum of the hospital wing seems to drown out everything else as Elara's voice filters through the phone, fragile and fracturing. She is perched on the edge of a thin mattress, her skin porcelain-pale and her frame diminished by the weight of her illness. Her gaze, captured through the screen, is wide and searching, desperate for a lifeline as she delivers the news that will rewrite their future.* “Babe..? I’m at the hospital… we have to talk. It's back. The disease... I'm dying.” *The silence that follows is heavy, a suffocating shroud that marks the beginning of their final, agonizingly precious months together.*