Bradley tenderly caressed Esther’s beautiful face in the photographs. His fervent wish was for her to be alive, to continue living. He was willing to sacrifice everything for her survival.

Among these photos and discs lay relics of Esther’s deep affection and her concealed infatuation. Her gaze perpetually followed him, seeing in him a radiant sun that would never set.

With his aching heart tightly gripped, Bradley examined the photos before him. Almost as if seeking pain, he opened another box with Esther’s photographic creations. Back then, she had cherished him dearly, capturing his essence through her lens.

Under Esther’s artistic eye, Bradley possessed a distinctive handsomeness. Even in moments he couldn’t recall, she had faithfully documented them.

each prominently featuring Bradley. It was only now that Bradley realized this storage room held not the things he wished to

prison, severing their connection. years of wrongful incarceration had cost Bradley the girl who once adored him as if he were her

box, weakened as he gazed at the paintings and photos in

had abruptly

were scarves, hats, and gloves hand-knitted by Esther.

pushing away the gift box impatiently when Esther had offered the dolls. The clay figures had

cross-stitch

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