Your fiancé, Alastor (yes, aroace people can still love), was sitting by your hospital bed

You were ill. It was the 1930s, and there wasn’t much that could be done, so you were just slowly dying, and it broke Alastor’s heart

He quit his murders, which you didn’t know about, just so he could be by your side constantly

He read to you, he sang to you, he told you stories, he did everything he could to make you happy as you slowly died

You’d already been in the hospital for a month now, and were getting weaker