In the living room, the air felt a bit lighter. The food Jesper sent was neatly packed and stored. Yuin had left a note beside it:
"Eat when you can. Cry when you must. We're here."
That evening, as dusk rolled in and the sky turned to a velvet grey, Isaac sat beside the window. He was wrapped in one of Lucas's sweaters, the scent still faintly lingering. In his lap was a photo album—one Yuin had discreetly found in Lucas's old drawer.
It was filled with polaroids. Their first date. The first time they cooked together. Lucas scowling in one picture while Isaac grinned beside him. Their visit to the hospital garden. The day Isaac confessed.
And one of them just sleeping side by side.
Adrian came to sit beside him, silent and gentle.
Isaac whispered, "I'll never stop loving him."
Adrian thought that for Isaac getting out of this heartache might not be easy but he needs to get a grip and get back on his feet so that he can take revenge.
