Hasta desgastar el cielo / Until the Sky Is Worn Out

¿Qué sucedería si te reencontrases con tu primer amor?

Nicholas Moir y Giselle Joyce se hicieron amigos desenterrando deseos que los habitantes de Deaton Crest escondían bajo las flores de la plaza del pueblo. Pidieron un deseo en voz baja: volverse a ver. No imaginaron que el destino lo cumpliría de la peor forma, provocando que los Joyce acogieran a Nicholas en su hogar tras el fatal accidente de los Moir.

Cuando la tragedia vuelve a unir sus caminos tras cuatro años separados, los retales de la historia de amor que mantuvieron a escondidas durante la adolescencia vuelven a latir. Regresan el rumor de la playa, el jardín de amapolas, los besos de buenas noches que erizaban la piel... Y cada velada observando el cielo nocturno que dictaminaba las horas que podían pasar juntos.

Los corazones tienen memoria y los suyos se niegan a olvidar. Pero ¿es posible seguir enamorado de alguien con el transcurso del tiempo o solo nos aferramos al calor de los recuerdos?

ENGLISH DESCRIPTION

What would happen if you reunited with your first love?

Nicholas Moir and Giselle Joyce became friends while unearthing the wishes that the residents of Deaton Crest had hidden beneath the flowers in the town square. They also made a secret wish: to see each other again. They never imagined that fate would grant such wish in the worst possible way, leading the Joyce family to take Nicholas into their home after the tragic accident that took his family.

When tragedy brings them together once again after four years apart, the remnants of the love story they had secretly shared in their adolescence come alive again. The rumble of the ocean, the poppy garden, the goodnight kisses that sent shivers down their spines, they all return... As well as each evening spent watching the night sky, marking the fleeting hours they were allowed to spend together.

Hearts have memory, and theirs refuse to forget. But is it possible to still be in love after so much time has passed, or do we merely cling to the warmth of our memories?