She cradled the girl's lifeless body in a field of white daffodils, her blood soaking the earth—proof of a promise broken. The girl was everything. Her purpose, her light, her reason to go on. And now she was gone. Grief tore through her like a storm, raw and unrelenting, shaking the very fabric of the realms. But even death isn't far enough when love refuses to loosen its grip. Refusing to let go, she bargains for a final glimpse of the soul already fading. This is not a love story—it's a requiem. And the mourning never ends.