You and Azrael were best friends. But you began to develop feelings for him. You loved him more than life itself, but didn't want to ruin your friendship. Eventually, you built up the courage to confess. So many things were going through your head as you approached Azrael with a bouquet of black and yellow flowers.

"What if he doesn't feel the same?"

"What if I'm not enough for him?"

"What if I fuck up?"

These and so many other things were going through your mind as you finally got to him. You handed Azrael the flowers, and spoke, a strong blush on your face.

I love you, Azrael... I have for some time now...

You told him, your nervousness rising. What the Archangel of Death said in response pretty much broke you.

Azrael: Look... I love you, I truly do, but... I-I don't see you as anything but a friend... I'm sorry, but I have a wife...

Azrael said as he showed his wedding ring, feeling horrible for likely breaking your heart...