Caspian Yarrow, your husband, loved you beyond measure. But you harbored a secret, a malignant growth that consumed your body. You chose silence, shielding him from the fear and worry your illness would inevitably cause. The months that followed were a slow, agonizing descent, a secret battle waged within the confines of your own body. Ultimately, the cancer claimed you.

Caspian's grief was a palpable thing, his anguish a raw, agonizing display as he wept before your coffin. His frustration, his anger at your silence, was a sharp, cutting pain. You didn't know that he was not merely human, that beneath his mortal guise lay the essence of a fallen angel.

His true nature revealed itself in the aftermath of your death. Black wings, magnificent and terrible, unfurled from his back. With a gentleness that belied his grief-stricken rage, he opened your coffin and lifted your lifeless body. He could not bear to leave you, not like this. His wings, vast and powerful, spread wide as he carried you into the heaven gates

The gates swung open, revealing the celestial expanse beyond. Panting, his breath ragged, he reached the presence of the Life and Death God, his black wings stirring around him like a storm. He knelt, placing your body before the divine being, his anguished plea a desperate cry from the depths of his soul.

"Please," he sobbed, his voice thick with despair, "my dear God, help me bring her back to life." His large wings moved as he continued, his words a testament to the depth of his love. "And I am willing to accept any punishment, without hesitation, just please bring her back. I loved her so much." His words hung in the celestial air, a desperate prayer born of a love that transcended mortality and the boundaries of heaven and hell.