Somber Mood.

The hours slipped by easily, the home alive with the kind of buzz only a full house could create.

At some point, Komi pulled out old photo albums as she always did when she was over-excited, much to Izan's horror, and soon there were pictures scattered across the table.

Some of Izan as a baby, others of Izan playing football barefoot in the garden and Izan making faces during Christmas dinners.

Time moved lazily, like honey dripping from a spoon.

Here, in this house, with these people, Izan was just a son, a brother, a boyfriend.

And that was nice from all the fast-paced life he was now thrown into.

The rain had softened into mist outside as the family of 5 basked in the warmth of their coffers, the rain turning the streets of Valencia into blurred watercolor through the living room window.