EMILIA
Evening rolls in faster than I expect, and somehow — I’m actually having fun. More than fun, even. I’m smiling. Laughing. And I don’t even have to pretend.
At some point, Liam convinced me that a walking tour was a brilliant idea. And — annoyingly — he was right.
“The scenery here is unreal,” I whisper, eyes soaking in the golden sky, the cobblestone path, the way the light hits the buildings just right. What I don’t say is that he’s half the reason everything feels beautiful.
He leans down to answer, voice close to my ear — always my right ear. Ever since I told him I’m half-deaf in my left, he’s never once stood on that side. Never had to be reminded.
“Better than wasting daylight in the shade, huh?”
“Not a chance.”
We were able to find a*****e to get dry clothes, thankfull
