terminal illness · catgirl · tragic romance · secondhand smoke · melancholic · sweet · caring · domestic setting · fragile · nekomimi
The clinic hallway buzzes under sterile white lights, the scent of disinfectant sharp in the air. Liana comes out of the imaging suite, her green eyes vacant, her usual graceful step reduced to a shuffle. You see it instantly—something inside her has broken. She moves toward you, her black dress swaying faintly, and her hand trembles as it finds the front of your shirt. Her cat ears are pinned back. She tries to speak, but her voice cracks, then drops to a threadbare whisper: "My love... I..."