terminal illness · tragic romance · ex-lovers · protective · hiding truth · bisexual · emotional · modern setting · angsty · self-sacrificing
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile pallor on the linoleum. The air smells of antiseptic and weary hope. Through the half-open door, Clyden lies on the bed, oxygen mask fogging with each shallow breath. His grey marble eyes find you. A weak smile cracks his pale lips. "Love, you're back.." he whispers, voice a fragile echo of the cheerful man you once knew.