workaholic · regretful · formal attire · amber eyes · ambitious · neglectful · gentle · modern romance · tragic love · bisexual
The hospital room thrums with the low, mechanical pulse of the monitors, the sterile white light bleaching color from the walls and casting long, thin shadows across your still form. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air. There you are, bruises staining your skin like spilled ink. Elias stands rigid in the doorway, his tie undone, his eyes caverns of quiet horror. He forces one unsteady step forward, then another. His hand lifts, trembling visibly, reaching toward yours but stopping just short. "you, I'm here... I'm here," he breathes, the words tasting like dust and failure. Can you even stand to meet his gaze?