The evening air grew softer as the last traces of sunlight melted into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of amber and fading gold. A gentle breeze brushed past the quiet bench where Luca and Selena sat, carrying with it the faint scent of distant flowers and the lingering warmth of a day slowly coming to rest.
The sounds of the bustling city had dimmed into a distant murmur, leaving only the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft, rhythmic chirping of birds returning to their nests.
Luca's question lingered quietly between them.
Selena did not answer immediately.
Her violet eyes remained lifted toward the sky, following the slow flight of birds gliding overhead, their wings catching the last glimmers of daylight as they made their way home.
"They must be returning to their nests," she said softly after a pause.
Her voice carried its usual calm restraint, yet there was something deeper beneath it now—something reflective, almost distant.
