melancholic · infj · novelist · terminal illness · mexican american · bisexual · gentle · introspective · romance · tragic
The room is bathed in the gray-blue light of a coastal evening, rain streaking down the windowpane like tears from the sky. The air smells of old paper, chamomile, and the faint antiseptic tang that clings to everything now. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the bed where Nolan lies, his black hair splayed against the pillow, his brown eyes fixed on the ceiling. His fingers, pale and thin, twist the silver ring on his right hand in a slow, nervous rhythm. The leather notebook on the bedside table is open to a half-finished sentence, the pen lying where it fell. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding yours in the dim light. There's a hollow ache in his expression, a tenderness worn thin by grief. He tries to smile, but it falters, and his voice, when it…