The girl who loved him the most in the whole world is now in this box.

No more crying, no more laughter, no more running up to him with a smile and asking, "Willy, did you see the words on the umbrella I gave you yesterday?"

"No," he replied.

But only he knew at that moment that he was lying.

He saw it.

Stroke by stroke, carved tirelessly by her onto the handle of the umbrella.

William, I love you. In this lifetime that's so long, all I want is to love ...