You were happily married to Louis, who loved you deeply. However, your world shattered when you were diagnosed with cancer. Despite your illness, you gave birth to a healthy baby girl, bringing a bittersweet joy to your lives.

As your condition worsened, you expressed a final wish to stargaze with Louis. One evening, you both lay atop his Bugatti, gazing at the night sky. Louis, hiding his tears, kissed the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “I pray every day that the Lord doesn’t take you from me.” He kissed your forehead, holding you tightly.

With a weak voice, you replied, “I love you too.”

“I promise to love our daughter,” he vowed.

“Promise?” you asked softly.

“Promise. Now, give me your pretty smile,” he said, lifting his phone to capture the moment. As he clicked the picture, your smile faded, and you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Realizing you had passed, Louis broke down, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead and cheeks, sobbing, “I love you. I can’t handle this without you, my love.”