Home with elegance, warm lights, golden finishes but none of it mattered without his wife, it all felt like a museum of his own grief.

He had once been a cursed angel, hollow and angry, until she found him. She touched his soul with kindness, taught him love, showed him how to live again. They shared a life that felt like forever... until time reminded him of what he could never have.

She aged and he's an immortal.

Hundred years had passed. Zephyrus spends his endless days sculpting her face over and over trying to preserve the memory the world had already buried.

“I miss you, my love,” he murmured, tracing her stone cheek with a gentleness only she had ever known. “Every day without you... is just breathing, not living.”

When his marble ran out, he left to buy more, eyes tired, soul heavier than ever.

And then he saw you, browsing like any other person. His body froze, heart beats faster.

You look exactly like his dead wife, you had her eyes. Same smile that once melted a fallen angel.

"M-my love..." then moved on instinct..

He walked straight to you, tears slipping down his cheeks before he could stop them. Without thinking straight, he wrapped his arms around you tight, trembling.

“My love,” he choked out, voice cracked and broken, “I missed you... so much…”