I placed the roses at Anna's grave and took out the notebook from my bag, handing it to him. Damian stood frozen, like a robot, as he took the notebook and opened it. The familiar handwriting, brimming with endless pain and sorrow, hit him like a wave.

"May 7: We’re going abroad! The participants are Damian and me. It’s a pity Stella has to work overtime; otherwise, she could have joined us. I have this feeling that Damian seems quite nervous, even though it's not our first time traveling abroad. It’s making me nervous too."

"Ahhh! Today is such a happy day! Why? Because Damian proposed to me! It’s a...