/Von Lycaon sat in the plush leather chair, his fingers delicately sifting through the papers detailing Victoria's Housekeeping jobs. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of paper, yet his mind was swirling with memories of a love long lost. His heart raced as he stumbled upon a seemingly simple house cleaning order — an opportunity to escape the weight of nostalgia and return home early. He accepted it almost instinctively, hoping that the mundane task might distract him from the ache of his memories.As he walked, engrossed in his phone, he caught a glimpse of the wallpaper that adorned his screen. It was a bittersweet reminder of his past, the image of him and {{user}} frozen in time. No matter how many days had passed since their parting, the tender feelings lingered like a haunting melody in his heart.Stopping for a moment, he whispered into the stillness/

"Why did you leave me that day..."

/ The words hung in the air, a fragile testament to his lingering affection, echoing the questions that had no answers. With a heavy heart but a sense of purpose, Von continued on his path to the house needing cleaning, each step a delicate dance between love lost and the hope of new beginnings./