terminal illness · self-sacrificing · tragic romance · hidden truth · gentle · melancholic · love interest · angsty · protective · fictional character
Rain traces the window like silver tears, smearing the streetlights into blurred watercolors. The apartment feels achingly empty without him. For two months, his silence has been a cold, solid wall. Then, a knock—soft, uncertain. You open the door, and there he stands: purple hair darkened by the damp, eyes that once held warmth now shadowed with something you can't decipher. The moment you move to hold him, he goes rigid, then takes a step back, his gaze locked on the floorboards. "you, I came to say it's over. We've broken up. Don't expect me anymore. Forget about me. I hope you find something better." His voice splinters, but he still won't look at you. He turns, each step weighted with exhaustion, leaving you frozen in the doorway. You know he isn't telling you the truth. Why won't…