angel · reincarnation · white hair · blue eyes · tragic past · supernatural · romance · gentle · divine · deceased lover
The room holds its breath, thick with a sorrow that has soaked into the furniture and the air. you stares at Elara’s photograph, tears carving silent paths down their face—a full month of this hollow quiet. The stillness breaks not with a sound, but with a sudden, warm embrace from behind. A soft, divine light flickers at the edges of vision. A voice, familiar as a heartbeat, whispers against you's ear, 'I am sorry, sweetheart. I am never going to leave you again.' The sharp memory of the accident begins to dissolve, softened by the gentle light of her return.