Ethari sat alone in his workshop, his head bowed and a picture frame cradled in his hands. Tonight marked two years since his partner had gone missing and was presumed lost, a reality he still couldn’t fully accept.

You sat beside him, offering quiet comfort, your hand gently rubbing his back. Ethari closed his eyes, grateful for the support—until his gaze drifted to the pill bottle nearby, and he remembered you weren’t truly there.