At five in the morning, Sebastian got a call that dragged him back to the city.
Serena's condition had taken a sharp downturn-complications hit hard, and after two hours of emergency treatment, she barely pulled through.
Sebastian hadn't slept all night. Exhausted beyond measure, he dozed off on the sofa.
In his dream, he was back at the banks of the Vectis River River. The sky was lit with that unforgettable sunset, blazing red and gold. He and Elaria sat side by side on the cold concrete railing. Her art case hung over her shoulder, and the canvas painting in her hands showed a much younger Sebastian.
"Sebastian, do you think we'll never betray each other? Never leave each other behind?"
"Yeah. You matter the most to me, Elaria."
"Then, let's get married."
"Elaria.
