Saintilia POV
Jonas’s laughter was a bright melody that still echoed in the deepest corridors of my mind, a sound that warmed me instantly and brought light to my darkest days. We shared so many perfect moments, simple pleasures that felt like magic just by being in his company. From our long, late-night talks over tea, where we solved the world’s problems with quiet sincerity, to the easy, playful teasing that always made me smile, those memories are woven into the very fabric of my being. Yet, intertwined with the joy were moments of profound vulnerability. He was always there to gently take my hand in times of sorrow, a steady presence offering comfort and quiet strength that I now realize I took entirely for granted.
Now, I stood before the graves of my parents. I carefully swept the
