"Aaron! Who's that?" The name sparked Evan's curiosity; he had never heard Aryan mention it before.
"Aaron… What can I say about him? To me, he was like a fish in the sky—completely out of reach. Even knowing I couldn't stop myself from falling for him, I never had a chance.
He was so beautiful that anyone would adore him. It was breathtaking to watch him when he focused on painting. In those moments, he seemed to forget everything around him.
He wanted to be an artist. But after his parents died… I never saw him draw again. He became like a body without a soul. Seeing him like that always broke my heart. Why is the world so cruel?" Tears soaked Evan's clothes. Not wanting to sadden Aryan further, Evan held back.
Evan felt it wouldn't be right to take Aryan home in that state, so he brought him to his apartment instead.
Inside, he gently laid Aryan on the bed, removed his shoes, and covered him with a blanket.
