When I arrived at the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic and faint hum of medical machines seemed to blur in the background as I rushed to Vincent’s room. My heart beat faster with each step. As I entered, I was immediately struck by how pale Vincent looked, his once vibrant face now a shade of ghostly white. The sight twisted something deep inside me.
He smiled weakly as soon as he saw me, his lips brushing mine in a gentle kiss. The warmth of his lips was the only thing that made me feel anchored.
"How's your day?" he asked, his voice low but laced with concern. I could see the effort it took for him to appear calm, but the way his eyes searched mine betrayed him.
I forced a smile, brushing a lock of hair from my face.
"It's been fine. Just... you know, a busy morning." The l
