Anonymous POV
It had been an incredible night so far. The trick-or-treating was a blast, with everyone enjoying the cozy, familiar feel of their close-knit neighborhood. The kids were running around with bags full of candy, their laughter filling the air as the adults chatted, reminisced, and shared stories. But now, the group had gathered at Rickabini’s, the neighborhood’s favorite Italian spot, to continue the celebration—this time, honoring the memory of Travis.
The group was seated at a large round table in the back of the restaurant, plates of lasagna, fried steaks, and garlic bread laid out before them. The energy was light, despite the sadness in the air. It was a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and joy, with the people who loved Travis coming together to celebrate his life.
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