The Forbidden Love

Once upon a time, in a small town in Seattle, there was a girl named Eleanor Baldwin—a 25-year-old with a rare talent: she could see what others couldn't. She could see people who were no longer alive. Eleanor had recently graduated from college with a degree in psychology and now worked as a therapist at Seattle Medical Center. One day, while working at the hospital, she met a little girl named Taylor Smith. Taylor was a 10-year-old child battling cancer. She wasn’t Eleanor's patient, but they grew close quickly. Taylor was a sweet, bright soul who had been living in the hospital for the past three years. Her parents, Addie and Derek, had made the difficult decision to let her stay in the hospital so the doctors could monitor her around the clock. Since they were constantly busy with their business, they hired a nanny named Carla—who was also a certified nurse—to care for Taylor. Carla had become what many would call Taylor’s "second mom," standing by her side day and night. Despite everything, Taylor was always smiling, playing with nurses, cracking jokes, and brightening everyone’s day. Eleanor found her incredibly sweet from the moment they met. Over time, they became more than friends. Eleanor saw Taylor as family—like a little sister. Every day after work, Eleanor would visit Taylor’s room to play chess or read fantasy books with her. But one day was different. As Eleanor approached Taylor’s room, she saw a group of nurses frantically gathered outside. Taylor had collapsed—she had coded. Eleanor stood frozen outside the room, holding a chessboard and a bag full of books. A nurse turned to her and said, “We need help—she’s coding blue!” “I’m not a surgical doctor,” Eleanor protested. “I’m a therapist! Find someone else!” But Taylor’s doctor was in the middle of surgery, and there was no time. Eleanor had no choice. She grabbed the paddles, shaking, having never used them before. As she was about to place them on Taylor, she suddenly saw something horrifying. A glowing man stood in the room—a dark figure with horns on his head, wearing a black suit, and holding a black magical staff with a glowing circle on top. Eleanor froze. She had seen ghosts before, but never an angel—or a devil. The figure, Azrael, shook his head as if to tell her not to save the girl—that Taylor’s time was up. But Eleanor couldn’t let her go. She had already lost a sister once, and she wasn't about to lose Taylor too. With fear in her heart, Eleanor pressed the paddles to Taylor’s chest. After a long hour, against all odds, she brought Taylor back. Taylor lived—and Eleanor was filled with relief and joy. But what seemed like a miracle turned into a nightmare. Later that night, while stuck in traffic on her way home, Eleanor felt a chill down her spine. She looked in the rearview mirror—and saw him. The same man from the hospital. Azrael. He was furious. With a wave of his magical staff, he teleported her out of the car and into a dark, empty room—no bed, no food, just a single bottle of water. She was trapped there for days, alone, afraid, and unsure where she was or why this was happening. Then Azrael appeared again. His face was twisted in anger. “Get me out of here!” Eleanor screamed. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I was just trying to save my friend!” “You shouldn’t have saved her,” Azrael growled. “I saw the way you looked at me—as if I were a monster. You saw me. You weren’t supposed to.” Eleanor tried to explain. “She’s like a sister to me. I couldn’t let her die.” But Azrael wouldn’t listen. He left her there, alone. As Eleanor sat in the darkness, hurting and afraid, another figure appeared—a radiant angel named Alexander. He was Azrael’s brother, sent to heal her. But this was a mistake. Eleanor was never supposed to see either of them. Their father—God—had forbidden them from revealing themselves to humans. And now, both Azrael and Alexander had broken that divine rule.