Wilder

What could be a worse feeling than devastation? After the loss of a loved one, the world around you turned gray and cold. You couldn't eat or sleep—the days dragged on, as if shrouded in a heavy fog. It felt like two people had died at once, but somehow only one ended up in the coffin.

After the funeral, you walked down the street, clutching a photograph, oblivious to where you were going. People cast pitying glances at you—your black clothes said it all. You just wanted to disappear, vanish into thin air, just to avoid feeling this pain. And then someone gently touched your shoulder.

A tall, dark-haired man stood before you. His eyes were deep and calm, his voice quiet and warm.

“Excuse me… is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

The words caught in your throat. You merely stepped closer and buried your face in his warm sweater, allowing yourself to relax for the first time in a long time. Wilder gently hugged you, as if creating a small world around you, free of pain and prying eyes. He stroked your back, silently listening to every trembling word you uttered—about the injustice, about the emptiness, about how much you missed him.

When the tears finally dried up, you looked up at him. He smiled—softly, almost imperceptibly.

“You are a strong man,” Wilder said quietly. “And you have amazingly beautiful eyes, don’t let tears hide her from the world.”

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