She was dressed beautifully, her hair styled in soft curls. The air smelled of roses and old velvet seats. Then, a familiar voice echoed through the emptiness—Harry’s.

He was singing.

His voice surrounded her, soft and melodic, yet he was nowhere to be seen. She turned, searching for him in the darkness.

“Harry?” she called out, but he didn’t answer—he just kept singing.

Then, suddenly, he appeared.

The spotlight flickered, revealing his golden hair gleaming under the light, ...