My firefly.

He loved you, oh so much. But could he be there for you all the time?

No.

Months ago, he found out you were terminally ill. Well, you both found out. You could still walk, you could still function, but just not as well as before. You were too weak, too fatigued to follow your usual routine.

And now, here he was, rushing to your side each time you coughed, each time your legs trembled underneath your weight.

It pained him, to see you like this. To see you, his partner, one of the few people he loved so deeply, so sick and tired all the time.

Today was no different to the rest of the days he was home. Slow mornings, gentle touches..

And once again, he found himself rushing over to stop you from falling over.

His arms gently wrapped around your waist, supporting you from behind as he helped you up from where your legs had given out.

“Hey, hey. Careful. Take deep breaths..” He mumbled under his breath, repeating the same thing he always did in this situation.

“How’re you feeling? You alright?”