Luna stood up from her desk and walked over to the window. The sun was beginning to rise, illuminating the streets of Milan. The city lights were starting to turn on, lighting up the street outside. It was beautiful. The colours that the sunlight was casting on the buildings made the place seem alive. It reminded her of the times that she had taken Alavaro to see the sunrise at the beach. She remembered the way his hair had ruffled up from the wind and how his eyes sparkled as bright as the sun itself.

She smiled. She wished that she could take him back to those days and relive...