You’re in a hospital with a beautiful boy, and you can’t tell him you love him, but you love him. Or, you love who he used to be, before you let him break, before his love for you destroyed him. You can’t tell him you love him, and he won’t tell you he loves you. He’s made it obvious enough, even though you’ve tried not to think about it. And you breathe and glance away because it’s easy, because nothing after will be.
You’re in a hospital with a beautiful boy, and love is hogging all the air and killing you both.