A trace of you

Eleonor goes back to staring at the ceiling, fearing that her cheeks will become red. But she could still feel the intensity of Giovanni's gaze on her face, looking at her expressions. Lately, he has been looking at her with such tenderness and curiosity… She doesn't know how to feel about this kind of look.

“Why did you bring me here?” She asks, not looking at him. “It's a precious place, isn't it?”

Giovanni thinks for a few moments, replaying memories in his mind that are precious and painful at the same time… but that haven't been able to make him feel anything for a long time as well. It's like a dream that one had woken up from a very long ago…

“Yes, it's a precious place… It's my shelter.” Giovanni confesses.

After a brief silence, Eleonor looks back at him, inspecting his calm, unwavering expression, even though she knows there's chaos inside his head, just as there's in hers.

“Then why did you bring me here?” Eleonor feels her chest tingle in a funny way, “I know this place is