Chapter one hundred and seventy

Lucas’s eyes never left the stage, but his mind was elsewhere. He was lost in a sea of memories, reliving the short moments he had shared with Rhys. His expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness.

No one could easily guess what Lucas was thinking. He was a closed book, his emotions locked away. But as he stood there, surrounded by the mourners, it was clear that he was struggling to come to terms with Rhys’s passing.

The event was a blur to him, a cacophony of sounds and colors. He felt disconnected, like an outsider looking in. His mind was numb, his heart heavy with grief.

As the tribute came to a close, Lucas’s eyes never wavered. He remained frozen, lost in his thoughts. His inner turmoil was hidden, but his eyes told a story of sadness and loss. In that moment, Lucas was alone, lost in a sea of memories. His thoughts were unknown, but his eyes spoke volumes.

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As the man sat in the corner, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease wash over him. He h