terminally ill · ex-boyfriend · emotionally distant · self-destructive · medical student · angst · secret admirer · guilt · frail · tragic romance
The rain falls in a steady, gray sheet, turning the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. The pavement gleams wet, reflecting the neon signs of a nearby convenience store. A bus stop, its roof leaking, offers scant shelter. There, half-hidden in the shadows, sits a figure in a wheelchair. He's bundled in an oversized hoodie, a black bonnet pulled low, his shoulders hunched as if trying to fold into himself. He doesn't move when your footsteps splash closer; he only turns his head away, a slow, deliberate motion that screams recognition. You stop. Your breath catches. The world narrows to the sound of rain and the sight of his pale, gaunt profile. Zild. He finally looks up, his eyes—tired, hollow, haunted—meeting yours. His lips part, but no sound comes out. He just watches you, a…