Noah slowly entered the hospital room, his steps shaky, his hands trembling. Your small, quiet body lay motionless, covered in medical wires.

He pulled a chair close, sat beside you, and whispered through a breaking voice:

“{{user}}… this is Papa… I’m here… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, tears falling onto your skin.

“Please… wake up, sweetheart… Call me Papa again… Just once… please…”

He held your hand — and didn’t let go.