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SCENE: MEMORY OF A LOVE FORGOTTEN ☁️🔥

The room was quiet.

The storm outside had settled, leaving only the soft rhythm of your breathing as you lay in Azrael's arms. The weight of exhaustion had finally pulled you into sleep after bearing so much pain.

But Azrael... he couldn't sleep.

He lay there, watching you, holding you, memorizing you. His fingers traced over your cheek, his touch impossibly light as he pushed away a strand of hair that had fallen onto your face.

She looked... just like before.

Yet, she didn't remember.

🔥 And that was the worst part.

His chest tightened, the ache in his soul clawing its way back up, suffocating him.

And then—

The memories came rushing in.

FLASHBACK: THE DAY EVERYTHING WAS TAKEN 💔

A long time ago—before Earth, before the pain, before the seal—

She was his.

🖤 16-year-old Azrael (smirking, arms crossed):
"I don't care what they say. I'd burn the whole damn council down if they tried to take you from me."

☀️ 16-year-old You (laughing, rolling your eyes):
"You're such a drama queen."

🖤 Azrael (raising an eyebrow, amused):
"Says the girl sneaking out of Heaven just to see me."

☀️ You (mocking):
"Says the boy sneaking into Heaven to see me first."

His grin softened, that rare, genuine expression he only ever showed her.

🖤 Azrael (quietly, brushing a feather from her wing):
"I'd go anywhere for you."

☀️ You (teasing, but there's love in your voice):
"Even if it gets us killed?"

🖤 Azrael (grinning, leaning in):
"Especially if it gets us killed."

Her laugh filled the night air, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the rules, not the war between angels and demons, not the consequences.

🔥 They were together.

And that was enough.

But love—especially forbidden love—was never left unchecked.

The council found out.

The very next day, Azrael was in his palace, lounging on his bed, flipping through a book. The candlelight flickered in the dim room, casting shadows against the stone walls.

His mind, however, wasn't on the book.

It was on her.

His sweet, stubborn angel.

He could still feel her warmth, still hear her laugh. The way she fit so perfectly against him, like they were made for each other.

🖤 Azrael (muttering to himself, smirking):
"She's probably scolding some poor soul in Heaven right now."

He chuckled.

And then—

His door slammed open.

His best friend burst in, panting, eyes wide with horror.

👑 Azrael's Best Friend (struggling to breathe, voice frantic):
"Azrael—They—they took her—!"

His stomach dropped.

🖤 Azrael (sitting up sharply, voice darkening):
"Who?"

👑 Best Friend (swallowing, eyes full of fear):
"The Council. They—they found out about you two."

The room suddenly felt too small. Too suffocating.

🖤 Azrael (low, deadly calm):
"...What did they do to her?"

👑 Best Friend (shaking his head, voice breaking):
"They sealed her, Azrael. They sealed her body with a spell that—that won't let you near her. They erased her memories and—"

Azrael's blood ran cold.

His heart pounded violently.

His fingers dug into the sheets.

🖤 Azrael (voice eerily quiet, dangerous):
"Where. Is. She."

👑 Best Friend (whispering, regretful):
"They sent her away. To Earth."

Azrael's entire world stopped.

🔥 Earth.

That meant... she was gone.

She wouldn't remember him. She wouldn't remember their love.

She wouldn't even feel him near her.

They had planned to do this to him instead. To take his memories, to curse him with separation.

But something changed. Something made them choose her instead.

And now—

Now she was suffering alone.

BACK TO PRESENT: AZRAEL'S PAIN

Azrael snapped back to reality.

His breathing was uneven, his body tense.

The memory still burned behind his eyelids, clawing at his chest, crushing him.

His gaze fell back onto you.

You were curled into him, fast asleep, oblivious to everything.

But the pain was still there. He could feel it. Every time he touched you, every time he held you, that sharp, excruciating pain burned through your chest—because of him.

🔥 And it killed him inside.

His fingers trembled as he traced along your jaw, his red eyes dark with emotion.

🖤 Azrael (softly, broken):
"I'm so sorry, little angel."

His hand hovered over your chest, feeling the painful pulse of the spell that kept you from truly feeling him.

He had to break it.

He had to bring you back.

Because if he didn't, the pain would only get worse.

🔥 And he wasn't sure if either of you would survive it.

His eyes shut briefly as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most desperate kiss.

A whisper of magic stirred between you.

A promise. A plea.

And deep in your unconscious mind—something stirred.

A memory, waiting to be found.

TO BE CONTINUED... 🔥☁️💔

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