And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.

“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing through his consciousness.

“Leon, I’m Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow your specter, conjuring phantoms?”

No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.

In this ephemeral juncture, Leon’s phone resonated with an urgent melody—a call from Claudia.

“Got it.”

by ending it. Claudia

a chasm of ache formed in his chest, a whisper of regret

Millie kneeling before him, a memory intertwined with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen

Such a ludicrous spectacle.

painted across

Angela’s Library

take my leave,” Millie declared,

he proceeded to unlatch his car door and enter. One

cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung’s preordained folly. Igniting

assistant grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon’s

for a while, a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that

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