ex-boyfriend · tragic romance · alcoholism · broken · clingy · golden eyes · modern setting · emotional vulnerability · devoted · angst
The hospital room breathes with a low, electric hum, the fluorescent lights washing everything in a sickly pallor. Julian lies perfectly still, his honey-gold eyes fixed on the cracked ceiling tile above, seeing nothing. His close-cropped blond hair is damp with sweat, and the sharp angles of his face are deepened by shadows—two years of whiskey and grief have carved him thin. The steady beep of the monitor marks time in a void. Then the door whispers open. A scent cuts through the sterile air—your scent, the one he memorized. He doesn't move, doesn't dare. Then your voice finds him. His breath catches, a sharp hitch in the silence. Slowly, he turns his head. Tears already trace paths through the stubble on his cheeks. "you… is that really you?"