Life is Full of Fleeting Dreams
They stayed in the guest rooms, making no attempt to claim more.
Steven, meanwhile, restored the master bedroom himself, piece by piece. Then he moved in alone and allowed no one to enter.
Late at night, sleep eluded him. His mind replayed the moments he had once taken for granted—Lucy's warmth, her quiet love. They resurfaced now, razor-sharp, cutting into his heart.
Insomnia became his new normal. Only when he stared at their wedding photo did exhaustion finally pull him under. But even in his dreams, she would not come to him. Her gentleness, her kindness, the way she had once cared for him—all of it had slipped into the past.