Daniel fell in love the way most people do—fast, certain, and without reading the fine print.

One night at a gallery opening neither of them wanted to attend, he met Liam—bright, restless, impossibly alive—and for three years, everything made sense. Midnight diners and rooftop kisses. Kitchen dancing at two a.m. The quiet architecture of a life built for two.

Then distance did what distance does.

Now it’s July again, and Daniel walks the same streets alone, learning that grief isn’t always about losing someone—sometimes it’s about losing the version of yourself that existed because they loved you.

A story about the light people carry into our lives, the darkness they leave behind, and the small, brave act of turning the lights back on.