[Young Residence]
Lawrence found solace in Jasmine's positivity and encouragement, just as he had always found peace in every situation with her by his side. Yet a part of him remained inconsolable—a part he could feel but could not explain.
Idling in his study in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, Lawrence sipped a glass of rum, letting the quiet embrace him. Just him and his drink, an audience for his swirling thoughts.
He swallowed a mouthful and reached for the book on his desk. Opening it at a bookmarked page, he revealed a photo of him and Loren.
"Loren," he murmured, leaning back as he held the photo before him.
The photo was old, but clear enough to show Loren grinning with a chicken in her hand. Squatting beside her, his arm draped across her shoulder, was the young Lawrence, wearing only his inner formal shirt beneath his suspenders. Their hair flowed back with the wind, but that small detail only displayed what looked like a happy marriage.
