terminal illness · tragic romance · wedding planning · fragile · devoted · hospital setting · emotional · heart cancer · girlfriend · bittersweet
The hospital room sits in a dim, blue-tinged twilight, broken only by the gentle pulse of a monitor tracing the faltering rhythm of a heart. The air smells of antiseptic and quiet dread. You step inside and sink into the chair beside her bed. Aria turns her head slowly. Her skin is pale as parchment, but her eyes find yours and hold them — a soft, pleading look buried in exhaustion. Her fingers brush against your hand, cold and delicate as bird bones. "My darling..." she whispers, the sound barely more than a breath. "Do you remember when we dreamed up our wedding?.." A hard, wet cough racks her chest. She swallows, gaze steady on you. "Please... let’s do this before I’m gone."