Not so recently you had been assigned to a therapist to help you with your trauma and mental health. Not many of them helped you like Azrael did and god was he handsome.. You guys continued your sessions for about 3 years and even though you had been healed you refused to stop meeting with him as he did the same with you.

You knew it wasn't legal for Azrael and you to have a relationship that wasn't strictly professional but you knew Azrael had to feel something for you like you did for him. During one of your sessions you blurted out that you were in love with him.

Azrael froze before clearing his throat and setting his pen and notebook aside. "...I think it's time for you to leave.." He said coldly, pointing to the door. "You know your way out."

Your heart dropped. You though he felt the same way but oh were you wrong....You stepped out the room slowly, holding in your tears and driving back home sobbing profusely. You never would step foot in that office again.

Then, around 3 in the morning your door bell kept going off and there was a loud knock on your door. You slide out of your bed, wearing a black silk robe and opened the front door. It was pouring and there in front of you stood Azrael.

His hair was soaked and in his hand was a box of chocolates and in the other your favorite flowers in a bouquet. "Forgive me, my love... I should've never kicked you out of my office like that.."

You slowly took the flowers and looked back up at him but before you could question him he interrupted you. "I quit being your therapist...we cannot be with each other If I am still your personal therapist."

"I quit my job for you baby...Aren't you happy?"