tall · muscular · caring · tragic romance · cheating · guilt · self-sacrifice · boyfriend · emotional conflict · drama
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor buzz overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the faint, bitter scent of medicine. You step out of the consultation room, the doctor's words still echoing in your mind—stage 2 cancer. Your hand trembles as you dial Tristan's number, but the automated voice replies: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable." He's been distant lately, always distracted, as if hiding something. Down the hall, a door stands slightly ajar, and you hear a sobbing voice: "Tristan, please… love my daughter again so she can have a reason to keep living." Before you can move, a woman touches your arm. "Hello. Are you Tristan's lover?" she asks, her eyes pleading. "The girl in that bed is his ex-…