Bryle POVThe image lingered in my mind long after we had left the park.Eli, seated by the lake in Vondelpark, her fingers stained faintly with paint as she brought life onto a blank canvas—freely, without hesitation, without expectation of anything in return. The small boy, Marcel, had watched her with eyes full of wonder, as though witnessing something sacred, and perhaps he had.I found myself revisiting that moment more often than I expected.Not because it was grand, nor because it was extraordinary by the world’s standards—but because it was purely her. Unfiltered, unburdened, and genuinely happy.And that… meant everything to me.The following day, we found ourselves once again drawn into the charm of Amsterdam, though this time accompanied by familiar faces. Vale, Haze, and Aeun had insisted on joining us, their energy a stark contrast to the quiet reflection Eli and I had shared the day prior.Our destination w
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