“Writing, drawing..."

They ascended to the third-floor living room, where an expansive floor-to-ceiling window unveiled the mesmerizing night panorama.

Over the past two years, this space had become her sanctuary. A place to sit on the soft carpet, embracing the sunlight or channel her creativity into writing novels.

Brian joined her by the window, cradling her in his arm, their shared imaginations unfolding before them.

In the afternoons, she'd sit cross-legged on the plush carpet, clad in loose pajamas, her hair cascading gently over her shoulders as she sketched or tapped away on the keyboard.