The soft murmur of the lake returned to the forefront as silence settled between them once again, the gentle lapping of water against stone carrying a calm that contrasted with the weight of the conversation they had just shared. The breeze moved lightly through the trees, brushing past them as if trying to ease the tension that lingered unspoken in the air.
Luca let out a quiet sigh.
"There's no need for you to know the bad parts," he said, his tone softer now, almost careful. "Is there?"
The woman's lips immediately formed a small pout, her brows knitting together in mild protest as she looked away toward the lake, clearly dissatisfied with his answer.
But only for a moment.
The resistance in her expression slowly faded as she exhaled lightly, her shoulders relaxing as if she had decided, reluctantly, to let it go.
She lowered her hand from his face and rested it beside her, her gaze drifting back toward the horizon where the water met the distant trees.
