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After spending his whole short life in London, he eventually reached a day when he couldn’t stay there anymore. The other side of the world felt like the only place far enough to escape what hurt and to try building a new life. So he went to Los Angeles.

He fled London’s rain in search of LA’s sun. He didn’t find angels, but he found pieces of himself, warmth, light, new experiences... He learned the craft he had dreamed of, and little by little, the fears that once surrounded him in London began to fade.

Gennie and Luna would never be hurt because of him again.

But the distance hurt in its own way. And as much as he loved that new life, he never truly felt at home.

Years passed. He made peace with his sister, and something restless began to grow in him. A quiet pull, steady and persistent: he needed to go home.

It took him a while to accept the idea of following his heart, but eventually he did. Full of plans, he traded LA’s heat for London’s chill and rain. He was afraid, yes, but he was also brave. He wasn’t a little boy anymore.

Sun returned home, reconnected with old friends, and met new ones. The dreams he had sketched for years finally stepped off the page and into reality. His studio was thriving. His family was close.

For the first time, he felt like he was living his best life. There was no fear left strong enough to shake him. It was good to be home again.