The villa felt impossibly quiet as they packed their bags. The week had passed like a slow, perfect song, every moment lingering longer than it should have, yet gone before they could truly grasp it. Timothy folded his shirts carefully, placing them in his suitcase, while Elara rolled her dresses, glancing around the room one last time.
“I can’t believe it’s over,” she said, sighing.
“Neither can I,” Timothy replied, zipping his bag. “It’s like we were suspended in time, and now the world is waiting for us again.”
She paused, looking at him. “Do you think… going back will change things?”
Timothy shook his head slowly. “No. We’ve built something that isn’t dependent on where we are. The villa, the ocean, the quiet streets, that was a backdrop. What matters is us. That hasn’t changed, an
