Loura was alone again.
But she was not the same girl she used to be.
She knew now that she was capable of being loved.
That she was never invisible.
That some people were only meant to stay for a chapter, not the whole story.
Loura:
Maybe I was born unlucky.
But I was also lucky enough to be seen once.
And that will always be enough.
She closed her notebook.
And for the first time, the quiet did not feel empty.