The night stretched on, its usual cacophony hushed to an eerie quiet as Marshall found himself seated in the solitude of his dimly lit chamber. Memories of Isidora tugged at the corners of his mind, refusing to be suppressed. Their shared past was a piece of art woven with threads of joy and sorrow, happiness and heartache.
As the days passed, Isidora's visits had grown in frequency, like a tide crashing against the shore. He could see the desperation in her eyes, a reflection of the love she still held for him, a love she couldn't seem to release. Each encounter reignited the embers of their once passionate connection, making it difficult for Marshall to ignore the feelings that still lingered within him.
Despite the passage of time and the apparent distance between them, the bond they
