Days turned into weeks as Luciano fell into despair after losing Benjamin. He wandered through empty halls of his family estate like a ghost—haunted by memories of laughter shared beneath starlit skies and dreams whispered in secret corners.
His heart felt heavy with grief as he tried to navigate life without Benjamin by his side. The Winter Gala had marked a turning point; it had shattered their fragile world and left him feeling lost and alone. In an attempt to escape his sorrow, Luciano immersed himself in art—the only thing that brought him solace amidst the chaos of expectations suffocating him. He painted late into the night, pouring every ounce of pain onto canvas as colors danced wildly beneath his brushstrokes.
But no matter how hard he tried to fill the void left by Benjamin's absence, nothing could replace what they had lost. The world outside continued its relentless march forward while he remained frozen in time—trapped within memories that felt both precious and painful.
One evening, as he stood before an unfinished canvas depicting their favorite spot by the riverbank—the willow tree swaying gently in the breeze—he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion rise within him. Tears streamed down his face as he realized he could no longer bear living without Benjamin.