Fated reborn - Chapter 245: Chapter 245
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Luciano's Pov.
We walked in silence, side by side, along the garden path that twisted between rows of flowers and bushes, their colors bright in the midday sun. The air was warm, but not unpleasant, and the breeze carried the faint scent of roses and something sweeter that I couldn't name.
The stone beneath our feet was smooth, warmed by the sun, and I could hear the faint rustle of leaves, the occasional chirp of birds hidden somewhere in the branches above.
But for all the sounds around us, it was still too quiet. Or maybe it just felt that way because of her—because she hadn’t said anything since we started walking, and I was too much of a coward to break the silence myself.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious about it. Lunawyn walked with her hands clasped loosely in front of her, eyes fixed on the path, but every so often, I could feel her gaze flick to me. And every time I turned my head, even just a little, she’d look away, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
It was… almost funny, if it didn’t make my chest so damn tight. I huffed a breath that was supposed to be a laugh but came out too shaky to pass as one, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets. Maybe I should’ve said something, but my throat felt too tight and my thoughts were too tangled to make sense of.
So we just kept walking, footsteps soft on the stone, neither of us making a sound. The garden stretched wide, bigger than it seemed from the outside, with winding paths that led through thick bushes and under arched trellises heavy with vines. The sunlight flickered through the leaves, casting broken patterns on the ground, and the shadows shifted with every step.
A few times, I almost said something—opened my mouth, took a breath, but the words never came. I bit the inside of my cheek, glancing at her again. The sun caught in her hair, turning it a shade lighter, and I had to look away before I did something stupid, like reach out or stare too long.
Eventually, we ended up by the fountain in the center of the garden, water spilling over smooth stone in a quiet trickle. I hesitated for a second, then sank onto the edge, elbows on my knees, trying to figure out what the hell to say that wouldn’t make me sound like an idiot. Lunawyn paused for a moment, then settled beside me, leaving just enough space between us to make my chest ache.
The silence stretched, long and almost awkward, but not quite. I could hear the water, the leaves rustling, the faint hum of insects in the flowers nearby. For a second, I let my eyes drift closed, shoulders slumping as I blew out a breath.
“It's nice out,” I muttered, because it was the only thing I could think to say. Real smooth.
Lunawyn let out a soft laugh, barely more than a breath. “Yeah,” she agreed quietly. “It is.”
We fell back into silence, but it didn’t feel quite as heavy as before. I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, trying to find the right words—any words, really. But everything I thought of sounded wrong, too blunt or too weak or just not enough.
I almost missed it, the way she glanced at me, eyes soft and careful, her hands fidgeting a little in her lap. Almost. But I caught it—barely—and my breath stuttered a little, fingers twitching where they hung between my knees.
“I—” I started, then stopped, swallowing hard. Great. Real great. Maybe I should just shut up.
She shifted a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes dropping to the ground. “You… wanted to talk about something?” she asked, voice soft.
“Yeah,” I said, too quickly. Then I winced, dragging a hand over my face. “I mean—yeah, I did. Just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
“It’s not,” she murmured, barely loud enough to hear. “If it was, you wouldn’t be this worked up about it.”
A laugh slipped out, rough and a little bitter. “Am I that obvious?”
She smiled, small but real, and something in my chest eased just a bit. “A little,” she admitted.
I huffed, scrubbing a hand over my face again. “Great,” I muttered. “Real smooth, Luciano. You’re doing great.”
She laughed, a quiet sound that made my breath catch, and I was helpless to do anything but turn and look at her. Really look at her. Her eyes were bright, a little warmer than before, and she wasn’t looking away this time.
For a second, we just… sat there, neither of us saying anything, and it was so stupid, but I couldn’t help the way my heart kicked up, beating too fast in my chest.
And maybe it was the way she looked at me—soft and warm and just a little bit nervous—or maybe I was just tired of pretending I wasn’t aching to reach out, but my hand moved before I could think better of it, fingers brushing over hers where they twisted in her lap.
She sucked in a breath, eyes flicking to our hands, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t move at all, really, and my throat felt too tight all over again.
“I—” I started, then stopped, words failing me.
Lunawyn’s fingers twitched, then slowly, cautiously, her hand turned under mine, her palm warm and a little unsteady. I swallowed hard, heart pounding like an idiot’s, and squeezed her fingers gently.
She didn’t let go.
We stayed like that for a while, the fountain murmuring softly behind us, the sun warm and bright. Neither of us spoke, but it didn’t feel as heavy this time—like maybe we didn’t need to. Her thumb brushed over my knuckles, light and careful, and I exhaled, the tension slipping from my shoulders bit by bit.
Eventually, the shadows started to stretch long over the garden, the sun dipping lower, but neither of us moved. I couldn’t bring myself to, not when her hand was still in mine, her fingers warm and steady.
I leaned back a little, eyes drifting to the sky, and for once, the quiet didn’t feel so suffocating. Didn’t feel like too much or not enough. It just… was.
And if we stayed there a little longer than we should’ve, well—no one was around to see.
We walked in silence, side by side, along the garden path that twisted between rows of flowers and bushes, their colors bright in the midday sun. The air was warm, but not unpleasant, and the breeze carried the faint scent of roses and something sweeter that I couldn't name.
The stone beneath our feet was smooth, warmed by the sun, and I could hear the faint rustle of leaves, the occasional chirp of birds hidden somewhere in the branches above.
But for all the sounds around us, it was still too quiet. Or maybe it just felt that way because of her—because she hadn’t said anything since we started walking, and I was too much of a coward to break the silence myself.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious about it. Lunawyn walked with her hands clasped loosely in front of her, eyes fixed on the path, but every so often, I could feel her gaze flick to me. And every time I turned my head, even just a little, she’d look away, like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
It was… almost funny, if it didn’t make my chest so damn tight. I huffed a breath that was supposed to be a laugh but came out too shaky to pass as one, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets. Maybe I should’ve said something, but my throat felt too tight and my thoughts were too tangled to make sense of.
So we just kept walking, footsteps soft on the stone, neither of us making a sound. The garden stretched wide, bigger than it seemed from the outside, with winding paths that led through thick bushes and under arched trellises heavy with vines. The sunlight flickered through the leaves, casting broken patterns on the ground, and the shadows shifted with every step.
A few times, I almost said something—opened my mouth, took a breath, but the words never came. I bit the inside of my cheek, glancing at her again. The sun caught in her hair, turning it a shade lighter, and I had to look away before I did something stupid, like reach out or stare too long.
Eventually, we ended up by the fountain in the center of the garden, water spilling over smooth stone in a quiet trickle. I hesitated for a second, then sank onto the edge, elbows on my knees, trying to figure out what the hell to say that wouldn’t make me sound like an idiot. Lunawyn paused for a moment, then settled beside me, leaving just enough space between us to make my chest ache.
The silence stretched, long and almost awkward, but not quite. I could hear the water, the leaves rustling, the faint hum of insects in the flowers nearby. For a second, I let my eyes drift closed, shoulders slumping as I blew out a breath.
“It's nice out,” I muttered, because it was the only thing I could think to say. Real smooth.
Lunawyn let out a soft laugh, barely more than a breath. “Yeah,” she agreed quietly. “It is.”
We fell back into silence, but it didn’t feel quite as heavy as before. I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, trying to find the right words—any words, really. But everything I thought of sounded wrong, too blunt or too weak or just not enough.
I almost missed it, the way she glanced at me, eyes soft and careful, her hands fidgeting a little in her lap. Almost. But I caught it—barely—and my breath stuttered a little, fingers twitching where they hung between my knees.
“I—” I started, then stopped, swallowing hard. Great. Real great. Maybe I should just shut up.
She shifted a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eyes dropping to the ground. “You… wanted to talk about something?” she asked, voice soft.
“Yeah,” I said, too quickly. Then I winced, dragging a hand over my face. “I mean—yeah, I did. Just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”
“It’s not,” she murmured, barely loud enough to hear. “If it was, you wouldn’t be this worked up about it.”
A laugh slipped out, rough and a little bitter. “Am I that obvious?”
She smiled, small but real, and something in my chest eased just a bit. “A little,” she admitted.
I huffed, scrubbing a hand over my face again. “Great,” I muttered. “Real smooth, Luciano. You’re doing great.”
She laughed, a quiet sound that made my breath catch, and I was helpless to do anything but turn and look at her. Really look at her. Her eyes were bright, a little warmer than before, and she wasn’t looking away this time.
For a second, we just… sat there, neither of us saying anything, and it was so stupid, but I couldn’t help the way my heart kicked up, beating too fast in my chest.
And maybe it was the way she looked at me—soft and warm and just a little bit nervous—or maybe I was just tired of pretending I wasn’t aching to reach out, but my hand moved before I could think better of it, fingers brushing over hers where they twisted in her lap.
She sucked in a breath, eyes flicking to our hands, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t move at all, really, and my throat felt too tight all over again.
“I—” I started, then stopped, words failing me.
Lunawyn’s fingers twitched, then slowly, cautiously, her hand turned under mine, her palm warm and a little unsteady. I swallowed hard, heart pounding like an idiot’s, and squeezed her fingers gently.
She didn’t let go.
We stayed like that for a while, the fountain murmuring softly behind us, the sun warm and bright. Neither of us spoke, but it didn’t feel as heavy this time—like maybe we didn’t need to. Her thumb brushed over my knuckles, light and careful, and I exhaled, the tension slipping from my shoulders bit by bit.
Eventually, the shadows started to stretch long over the garden, the sun dipping lower, but neither of us moved. I couldn’t bring myself to, not when her hand was still in mine, her fingers warm and steady.
I leaned back a little, eyes drifting to the sky, and for once, the quiet didn’t feel so suffocating. Didn’t feel like too much or not enough. It just… was.
And if we stayed there a little longer than we should’ve, well—no one was around to see.
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