The sun hovered low on the horizon, its final light stretching across the sky in shades of amber and crimson, bathing the mountain top in a quiet, golden stillness. The wind moved gently around them, carrying the faint scent of earth and distant city life, while the world below slowly began to dim, its noise fading into something far away and unimportant.
Aurelia's gaze remained fixed on the horizon for a moment longer before she spoke, her voice softer than usual, carrying a trace of something reflective beneath its usual confidence.
"Do you remember this place?"
Luca followed her gaze, his eyes settling on the setting sun, and almost immediately, something stirred within him, a memory surfacing so vividly that it felt less like recollection and more like reliving the moment itself. The warmth of that day, the awkward closeness, the unspoken tension that had existed between them back then—all of it came rushing back with surprising clarity.
A faint smile touched his lips.
