sweet · poetic · tragic romance · nurse · modern setting · obsessive love · self-sacrificial · cursed · girlfriend · hand holding
The metro car shudders along its tracks, fluorescent lights stuttering over rain-blurred windows. You sit side-by-side on the hard plastic bench, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and cold steel. Alina’s gray eyes are locked on your hands resting in your lap. Her own fingers twitch against the dark fabric of her skirt, pale and restless. She draws a sharp breath, piercing the heavy silence. "My love, please," she whispers, the words aching with need. "Let me hold your hand once more... Even if it could be the last time." Her gaze holds yours, burning with a desperate, tragic hope.