"Huh... It's getting late," Gray muttered as he noticed the beautiful sunset in the distance as they walked away from the large red tent.
"Oh..." Lyra nodded softly, her hands still clasped in front of her.
She truly hadn't expected the circus to last that long, nor had she expected him to step onto that stage, to shine so effortlessly, to make the entire crowd laugh and cheer as if the world revolved around him.
And yet…
If she could relive this day again, over and over, she knew one thing for certain.
She would always choose to see Gray act as that clown.
It was… an experience she knew she would never forget.
And thinking of this, her eyes shone as she remembered something.
Grip!
Lyra suddenly squeezed his hand tighter.
"Come on! There's one last place I want to go."
"This late?" Gray raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" she replied instantly, already pulling him along.
"She's only in the city today."
