(KRYSTAL'S POV)
Italy is… beautiful.
That's the first thing that comes to mind as I stare out the window, watching the world pass by.
It doesn't look anything like Vegas.
There's no harsh neon lights. No endless stretch of glass buildings or noise bleeding into everything.
Here, everything feels… softer.
Warmer.
The sunlight hits differently, casting this golden glow over the streets as we drive past rows of old buildings with faded stone walls and balconies lined with flowers. People move along the sidewalks at an unhurried pace, talking, laughing, living their lives like there's no rush to get anywhere.
Even the air feels different.
Cleaner.
Calmer.
And for a moment—just a moment—it almost makes me forget about all the emotional baggage I'm carrying.
I rest my head lightly against the window, watching as a small café passes by. A couple sits outside, sharing a meal. Someone walks past with a bag of fresh bread tucked under their arm.
It looks… normal.
Peaceful.
