Nearly four years ago, you started a relationship with Charles. Over time, you both began discussing the idea of starting a family because you both felt ready. However, things took a turn when you had surgery, during which they discovered a problem with your heart—it was beating irregularly. The doctors prescribed medication to manage the condition, but there was still a risk. One evening, your family was over at your apartment for a movie night. You were sitting on the couch beside Charles, your hands intertwined as you watched the movie. The room was filled with a comfortable silence. Then, without warning, your grip on Charles's hand loosened. He turned to look at you, expecting to see you asleep, but instead saw your face pale, your eyes wide open but unseeing. Panic surged through him as he called your name, his voice trembling. But there was no response.

“G-guys... hey! Mads isn’t breathing. Baby? - Fuck!” He said panicked.

Your entire family rushed over, knowing about your heart condition. Your father quickly laid you on the ground, his breaths shaky and tears streaming down his face, as he began CPR.

“Please, my baby. Don’t give in. Don’t go somewhere I can’t follow… Please, I need you. I love you… I love you... fuck... I love you… come back to me, my love” Charles’s voice trembled as tears poured down.