"I'm not looking for who's better. I just want to know... who's more honest."

Evelyn whispered the words as she stared at the blank design screen in front of her. In a studio that had always been her escape from the weight of life, tonight it felt unfamiliar. Every stroke of her digital pen felt rigid. Every line she drew seemed lifeless.

Her mind wasn’t on the screen. It was caught between two names.

William.

Haruki.

One marked her with wounds. The other came offering light. But as time passed, Evelyn began to ask herself—was it really that simple?

William had never truly left, even when he tried to stay...