Toute la beauté du monde n'a pas disparu

The depiction felt very genuine and raw, which made the story hit close to home. I'm curious how the author approached balancing sensitivity with realism.

The way the protagonist begins to see beauty again was both uplifting and bittersweet. Did the resolution feel authentic or a bit idealized?

I wonder if personal experiences or observations influenced the story, and how that shaped the emotional depth of the characters.