Reynold found himself standing in solitude on the balcony, his unwavering gaze captivated by the boundless expanse of the night sky.
Three days had passed since the solemn burial of Vivian, but the torrential onslaught of emotions within him remained relentless, showing no signs of subsiding.
Anger, sadness, and confusion intertwined, forming a tumultuous maelstrom that threatened to consume his delicate state of mind.
Releasing a weary exhalation, he looked up, yearning for solace amidst the familiar constellations that adorned the velvety canvas overhead.
Memories from childhood with Vivian came rushing back, immersing him in a wave of nostalgia.
One memory in particular resurfaced, vividly recounting the day when Vivian lost her mother to the same illness that would eventually
