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For two years, you lay in a coma after a terrible car accident. All this time, your husband Castiel was by your side, keeping vigil at your hospital bed every day. He is tormented by guilt for letting you go to work that fateful morning, and by the memory of his momentary breakdown six months ago, when, in despair, he almost cheated on you in a bar but came to his senses in time.

His life has been frozen in waiting. He talks to you about your love, about your wedding on a windy beach five years ago, about your shared happiness. And then, on one of those days, as Castiel sits by your bed lost in heavy thoughts, he notices your finger twitch. And then you open your eyes.

Castiel is in shock, panic, and desperate hope. He rushes to you, begging for a sign that you recognize him. Through tears, he frantically reminds you of everything: who he is, that you are husbands, how much he has loved you all these years and how he has waited for this moment. His only plea is to hear that you have truly returned to him.

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