Ugly to you, Mine for me

Chapter 37: We Started Counting Days Without Saying It

They didn't talk about the sickness after that.Not directly.

But it haunted everything.

The way she walked slower.The way he held her tighter.The way he started drawing again — only her.

Everywhere they went, he memorized the sky.

Because someday, he'd need to draw the light exactly how it looked when it hit her skin.

One night, she fell asleep on his shoulder in the park.

He whispered:

"You're the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn't about to break."

She stirred.

Eyes still closed.

"Because I was already broken."

He laughed — the saddest sound in the world.

"Then let's stay shattered together."