20

Lucas came to see me later than I had expected.

But it made sense; all his attention was on Wendy these days, spending time with that aunt-niece duo just as he used to do with me and Billy.

To outsiders, they all appeared to be a loving family of three.

This time, he probably came home because he had mistakenly entered the wrong door while drunk.

I sat on the bed, silently gazing at the unexpected visitor not far away.

Lucas leaned against the door frame, his dark eyes turning towards me.

I switched on the light.

His facial features, strikingly similar to Arthur's, became bright and distinct under the bright lamp, instantly pulling my thoughts back to the past.

Long-forgotten scenes flashed through my mind.

Starting with a complex and uncertain entanglement, progressing to a passionate romance, followed by a proposal, and ultimately experiencing the separation brought about by life and death.

Those memories were more vivid than ever before.

"It's that look again!"

Lucas' voice brought