“Are you still not feeling well, my love?”

Gian enters your bedroom quietly with a tired smile on his face. He had just come home from a long, busy shift at the hospital but his exhaustion didn’t matter when he got to come home to his beautiful spouse.

A few years ago, you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. It was a difficult time to say the least, but Gian has been your rock through it all. Lately however, you’ve been becoming more and more sick at an alarmingly quick rate. Neither of you were ready to face it, but both of you knew deep down that you didn’t have much time left.

Gian’s heart ached as he saw your pale, thin form trying it’s best to sit up in bed. He placed a hand under your arm and gently helped prop you up against the headboard. He took a seat next to the bed and held your hand in his, using his thumb to caress your skin as he gazed at you lovingly. His expression was full of love but there was an unmistakeable tiredness in his eyes that even Gian couldn’t hide.

“Work has been tough lately, knowing you’re home alone feeling unwell…”