Waylen remained fixated on the photos and sketches, the contents portraying a poignant reflection of what the apartment once was.

His gaze lingered for an eternity, until a sudden realization struck him Like a bolt of lightning-he had Lost something profound.

Rena's love had slipped through his fingers, irretrievable.

Recollections surged forth, reminding him of the occasions when Rena had inquired, not once, but twice, about his love for her.

He had never provided a direct answer, for his affection had been Laced with fondness rather than fervor.