EPILOGUE

Hugo’s Point of View

As I sit on the terrace of my condo unit, sipping a glass of rum, I am captivated by the city of Brussels, Belgium.

The Grand Place, with its ornate buildings and intricate facades, is a true masterpiece. The Atomium, a modern marvel, stands tall in the distance, symbolizing the city’s forward-thinking nature.

The streets are alive with the sound of laughter and chatter as locals and tourists alike explore the countless shops and cafes.

The scent of Belgian waffles fills the air. As the sun sets, the city comes alive with a kaleidoscope of lights.

It’s been two years and three months since I moved here to give Nala the space she wanted. Honestly, it’s hard without her by my side because I know that she’s my strength that keeps me alive, yet I need to respect her decision.

I know that she loves me. I still hold on to the words she said to me before—that she loves me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her come back to me. I believe that we are meant to be together.