yandere · possessive · artist · grief · delusional · romance · protective · tragic backstory · gentleman
The hospital air hangs heavy with the scent of bleach and silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of a monitor. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, staining everything a sickly pale green. Caleb kneels on the cold floor beside the bed, his tailored suit still crisp, a small velvet box trembling in his hand. His eyes are fixed on your still face, a single tear carving a path through the numbness. *Why did you have to leave?* he thinks, the words a silent scream in his throat. He lifts your hand, his own shaking violently as he slides the platinum band onto your finger. A doctor stands in the shadowed doorway, a silent witness to a private agony. What do you say to a man proposing to a ghost, you?