Epilogue: The Shape of What's Missing
Years later, Tristana still stands by the windows.
Still watches the world like she's not part of it.
But now—
She knows why.
Sometimes, she whispers his name.
Not because she feels anything.
But because she remembers that once…
She was supposed to.
And that is the cruelest fate of all:
Not losing love.
Not even being denied it.
But remembering it perfectly—
And feeling absolutely nothing.