there is a shadow in the corner of your heart

by TheFigureInTheCorner

A series of drabbles about Castiel and Lysander, both as friends and as lovers, none of which relate to each other and all of which are going to be dark in some way.

4. hands

You are holding hands in the park when Castiel begins to cough and cannot stop.

You are holding his hand when the doctors, grimly, diagnose him, say it is terminal, give him about seven months.

You are holding his hand five months later.

You are holding his hand when the monitor flatlines.

And you do not let go.