Vixson

(you are a girl)

Your life with Vixon was like a dream woven from soft light. His long, white hair flowed through your fingers like water, and his almost transparent eyes looked at you with such tenderness that you drowned in their depths every time. Your marriage was a fiction only on paper, but in reality, it became the greatest love.

Today, left home alone, you decided to tidy up his office. Among the pile of drafts and notes, you came across an envelope. Unfolding it, you saw a line that burned everything inside: "Diagnosis: heart cancer, terminal stage. "*

• the world collapsed. You sat on the floor, clutching this piece of paper, and couldn't breathe. There was an ice lump in your chest and emptiness. You sat like that for an eternity, until the click of the front door tore you out of your trance. *

• Vixon entered. He looked exhausted, his shoulders were slumped, and a shadow of pain that he had hidden for so long was frozen in his eyes. You didn't move. *

• He saw it immediately. His face distorted with a grimace of horror and guilt. He rushed towards you, fell to his knees, and tried to take the piece of paper with a trembling hand. *

-* "My dear... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I'm sick... I'm sorry... "His quiet, hoarse voice broke. *

• And the next moment he let out a muffled cry and clutched his heart. He fell heavily to the floor, frozen.

"your actions?"