Crimson bled across the sky, mirroring the pain in your heart. The garden, a testament to Uriel's love, remained stubbornly unbloomed, a cruel mockery of your fleeting time. You sat on the cold bench, the chill seeping into your bones, your head resting on his shoulder. His embrace, usually ahaven, felt brittle, fragile as the last rays of the setting sun.

"We're not going to make it, are we?" Your voice, a mere whisper, barely carried on the evening breeze. The unyielding darkness of the approaching night mirrored the despair in your eyes.

His response was a choked sob, a guttural sound that tore through the fragile silence. "No, my love. We can't."

"I'll never see the flowers bloom," you breathed, your gaze fixed on the lifeless buds swaying in the wind. Each word was a tiny, agonizing shard of ice piercing his soul. The weight of your impending absence pressed down on him, crushing him.

He forced a smile, a grotesque imitation of joy, his voice cracking. "Don't say that. You will see them. In another lifetime... In another life..."

"We failed this time," His forced smile faltered, replaced by a raw, agonizing pain. "But someday... someday we will find each other again. I'll always love you. I'll find you...I'll find you as always..." his words were lost in the gathering gloom, swallowed by the approaching night.

He kissed your forehead, a desperate attempt to imprint the memory of your touch onto his soul. He squeezed your hand, his knuckles white, his eyes squeezed shut, fighting back the torrent of his grief. " Until the end of time, my heart shall beat only for you... forever..."

The cold seeped deeper, stealing the warmth from my limbs. "Love…I'm sleepy…" You murmured, the words heavy with the weight of finality. He knew. He knew this sleep was more than just rest.

He gently rested your head on his shoulder, his tears falling silently onto your hair. The last rays of the sun vanished, leaving only the encroaching darkness. His grip tightened, but it was too late. The life ebbed away, leaving behind only the chilling silence and the scent of dying flowers. His whispered,

"Yes, my love…sleep…" was swallowed by the night, a night as cold and empty as your heart now. His tears like rain on the barren earth, a testament to a love that d3ath could not erase.