After finishing her classes, Kate arrived home and looked for Bastien, but he wasn't there. She only saw Lucca.

—Lucca, where’s Bastien?

—He’s in a meeting. He’ll be back late.

—I see… —Kate went to her room, took a shower, and put on her pajamas. She was so tired she fell asleep right away.

In the middle of the night, she felt a presence beside her—someone stroking her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead, tucking her in gently, and then walking away. Kate woke up.

—Bastien… —she whispered.

She sat up in bed. His scent still lingered in the air. She got up and went to his room. Entered carefully, but it was empty. It was already three in the morning. The bed looked untouched for days. She closed the door gently and headed to the only other place he could be: the study.

She opened the door quietly and there he was. Bastien sat with his head leaned back, eyes closed, a cigarette between his fingers, and a glass of whiskey in the other hand. He looked so beautiful… and broken. The moonl