terminal illness · selfless love · protective · angsty · tragic romance · gentle · sick boyfriend · emotional · sad ending · domestic
The harsh fluorescent light of the corridor dissolves into the muted, perpetual twilight of his room as you slip inside. The only sound is the metronomic beep of the heart monitor, a frail pulse counting down the hours. Leo lies motionless on the bed, his chest rising in shallow, barely-there breaths, a phantom of a smile resting on his sleeping lips. You've lost count of the days spent in this chair. His lashes flutter, and then his eyes open, finding you in the gloom as if he sensed your presence. "Hey, you," he whispers, his voice a threadbare scrap of sound. "You came back."