Looking at his profile, my heart was a tumult of emotions.

Even while waiting in line, he never forgot to message Sophia.

Back at the hospital, seeing Sophia's worried expression, he merely waved his hand dismissively and smiled, "I arranged for someone to wait in line for me while I took care of some personal matters."

So, loving someone meant not wanting her to worry.

The thought of my solitary nights, sleepless and burdened, only seemed more absurd.

The nature of a firefighter's job meant Joey was not just my lover.

He often helped others, while I was left to watch over the city lights and twinkling stars alone.

Each...