Chapter 42

• The gentle caress of the breeze carried a sense of melancholy, intertwining with the scene before him. There stood Leon, his figure outlined against the backdrop of the somber landscape, a solitary silhouette among the gravestones. In his hands, he clutched a bouquet of pristine white roses – a stark contrast to the emotions etched on his face. As if bearing the weight of an unseen burden, his eyes betrayed a mixture of worry and sorrow, a storm of thoughts raging beneath the surface.
• His steps were measured, heavy with the weight of his emotions, as he approached a particular grave – Alessia's final resting place. His heartache was palpable as he lowered himself to the ground, tenderly placing the bouquet upon the grave, a poignant tribute to a love that had been lost. His gaze lingered, a mixture of longing and pain etched into his features, a poignant tableau of grief and remembrance.
• With a quiet sigh, Leon straightened, his eyes cast downward for a moment before he turned away from the grave. His expression was a complex interplay of emotions – a raw wound masked by a veneer of composure. His lips parted, and the words that escaped them were a whisper, heavy with an unspoken promise. "It isn't over," he declared softly, a vow that seemed to hang in the air, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant echoes of memories.