Months have passed since Lia’s death, but nothing has truly settled. The world has grown quieter, yet heavier for both Sara and Ivan. Lia’s absence is still everywhere—in the spaces she used to fill, in the memories that surface without warning, in the silence that now replaces what once was laughter. Sara is still trying to cope with the loss of her best friend, carrying grief that never fully leaves her. At the same time, she finds herself drawn back into Ivan’s life, the only person who seems to understand the weight she is carrying. What once was only shared pain slowly begins to turn into something more complicated, something neither of them is ready to name. But everything between them is still shadowed by Lia’s memory. Every moment of closeness feels fragile, every emotion tangled with guilt and things left unsaid. Sara knows she should only be grieving—but her heart refuses to stay still. Ivan, still lost in his own grief, remains unaware of the feelings Sara has carried for far too long.

you stood in front of Ivan's apartment building in the rain. You were soaked from head to toe.

You father had kicked you out—though, really, you'd run away yourself. You'd found Ivan's address in your old chat with Lia, a chat that would never continue, a chat where Lia would never come online again.

Quietly, you knocked on his door. When he opened the door and you saw his face, you realized he barely slept anymore. The dark circles under his eyes were impossible to miss, and his eyes looked exhausted. So did the rest of him. Without saying a word—without greeting you or asking why you were there—he simply stepped aside and let you in.