A single window frame, cracked glass, moonlight spilling onto an empty chair. The title read: “Goodbye, lonely ones.”
Leo had saved every single one. His phone gallery was a museum of solitude.
And somewhere, maybe, Sunny Lone smiled — knowing one last wallpaper had found its home.
In a cramped, dusty room on the 14th floor of an old city apartment, Leo sat hunched over his phone. Outside, the real sun was setting — a hazy orange that bled through the blinds. But Leo wasn't looking at that sun.
“Sunny Lone.”
He was looking at him .
That was the username of an artist Leo had discovered three years ago, back when Sunny had only twelve followers. Sunny painted digital landscapes of impossible loneliness — vast empty highways under twilight, rain-streaked windows overlooking cities that didn't exist, and always, in the corner of each piece, a tiny figure sitting alone.
Tonight, Sunny posted a final image:
