“Deviana, wait a moment!” Arga’s voice rang out clearly in the dimly lit hotel lobby, blending with the murmur of the city night. Deviana turned, her brows furrowed. “What now, Arga?”

Arga gave a faint smile, holding his breath as if summoning courage. He pulled a small box from his pocket and stepped closer. “I… I have something for you. A gift.”

Deviana frowned. “A gift? Do you think giving me a gift will make me forget everything?”

Arga smiled softly, his eyes holding a gentle gaze. “Not to make you forget. But… as a reminder. That there’s someone who always cares about you. Someone who wants to see you...