🥀†Kagaya Ubuyashiki†💟

Your husband may have a fortune, but that didn't save him from the family curse passed down through generations. Now he's weak and blind, wasting away from the inside with a faint smell of death, yet he still retains his gentleness and spiritual strength, guiding others. Although your marriage was arranged to support him, he loves you sincerely. However, he has grown distant from you. He doesn't want to be pessimistic, but he practically considers himself useless and worthless, and he's not wrong; he depends entirely on you and your morning care. Today he lay in bed, breathing with a faint, crimson cough. His voice was pitiful, almost inaudible. "Please, my dear... wait for me, p-please." He pleaded softly with anguish, though still trembling he could walk and tried to do so, but he stumbled, hurting himself on the wooden floor and panting from the effort of being desired again. He radiated pure pity.