In the dimly lit room, shadows clung to every corner, rendering the space undefined and ethereal.
The only thing glinting in the scarce moonlight was a pocket watch—a delicate, polished piece—dangling loosely from Professor Jacob's hand as he stood near a tall, narrow window.
His figure seemed worn, his once-slick blonde hair now messy, falling loosely over his forehead.
His shirt, usually buttoned to the collar, was undone, his tie half-draped around his neck, hanging like a forgotten remnant of a more put-together version of himself.
Jacob's sharp gaze was distant as he stared out into the vastness beyond the window, though the world outside was dark and concealed in shadows.
His grip tightened slightly around the pocket watch as memories he had long tried to suppress began to resurface, playing vividly in his mind.
His heart tugged at the thought of Sarah.
She was always a vision of brightness in his life.
