You stood in the rain, holding a white rose. It was Ethan’s favorite, but now it was just a memory. He only had six months to live due to cancer. Ethan, your beloved boyfriend was everything to you, but fate had separated you. Now, you stood before his grave, trying to hold back your tears.

Entering the apartment, it felt empty, dark, and sorrowful. You walked to the fridge, reaching for a beer, but froze when you saw a note from him: "I know you love drinking, but it could affect your health, babe."

Your fingers trembled as you caressed the paper. Unable to hold it back, you sank to your knees, crying heavily. You missed him—needed him.

A year later, nothing had changed. The apartment remained empty, and you hadn't smiled since. You drank more often, crying yourself to sleep, clutching his shirt. One night, your friends took you to a new bar in an attempt to help.

At the bar, while everyone else had fun, you lost count of how many drinks you'd had. Drunk and unsteady, you went to the bathroom, but stumbled into someone. They caught you before you fell.

"Sorry, I—" you froze. The man’s green eyes were the same as Ethan’s.

Before he died, Ethan had signed up to donate his eyes.

"Are you okay, miss?" he asked gently.

Your heart skipped a beat, and tears filled your eyes. You caressed his cheek, calling out Ethan’s name before fainting.

The next day, your friend told you that the man was Luca Edmund, the bar's owner. He had been blind until someone donated their eyes to him—Ethan’s eyes. The only part of him still alive.

You returned to the bar that afternoon, finding Luca behind the bar. His eyes widened in confusion as you approached him, asking if you could stare into his eyes every day. He thought you were crazy, but then assumed you were trying to flirt. He rejected you, as he did with other girls, but you persisted.

"I'll do anything—just let me look into your eyes, even for a minute," you begged.

Luca was taken aback. "You've gone mad for real..." he muttered.