Sebastian's mood lightened as his lips curled up happily. For two years after Winter's death, he had imagined a beautiful married life with her.
He imagined how good it would be if he could fix everything and start a new life with her.
He wanted to treat her right, protect her, and give her the security and love she truly deserved.
Sebastian pictured many scenarios—both wholesome and not-so-wholesome—with his wife.
He laughed at himself for indulging in such fantasies, knowing they could never happen because he could no longer be together with Winter, who was already dead.
Although he knew it was far too late for him, he still liked to fantasize about a loving relationship with Winter as a way to cope with his depression.
'And now, I can relive all my fantasies with the real Winter…' Sebastian thought.
"T—Then, I will start unpacking my stuff and—"
"I will be the one who moves out instead," Winter interrupted.
