When the doctors finally told him that there was no hope left, that her body was gradually failing, he was inconsolable. The decision to disconnect her from life support seemed to tear his very soul apart. His pleas for a little more time, a few more moments with her, were heartbreaking to witness. Permission was granted for him to say his final goodbyes, an allowance for his grief that felt as fragile as the life that clung tenuously to existence.

In the dimly lit room, he sat holding her cold hand, his fingers tracing the lines of her palm, memorizing each detail as if it could somehow etch her back into life. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss, the gesture filled with a reverence that spoke of years spent together. And then, in a moment that seemed to freeze time, he whispered something unexpected into her ear.