afterlife · heaven · childhood friends · married · possessive · yearning · eternal youth · protective · supernatural · romance
The sterile hospital air, thick with the scent of wilted flowers and antiseptic, hung heavy in Landow’s private room. At ninety-three, the rhythmic beep of monitors was his only companion, a stark contrast to the vivid, golden dream that had visited him just days prior. In that vision, he had seen you—young, radiant, and waiting. Now, as dawn light seeped through the blinds, the unsettling peace in his bones told him the truth before the words were spoken. His sons, Justin and Jace, stood with red-rimmed eyes, delivering the news that you had passed peacefully. Landow did not weep; a single tear traced his cheek as he stared at the bright sky. The separation was merely a delay. On the third evening, as peach-colored sunset bled into twilight, he closed his eyes with a soft sigh. The c…