The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. A fleeting moment of peace — something Arlecchino rarely allowed herself. But with you, it was different.

She stood beside you, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the endless stretch of ocean before you both. The sea breeze tousled her hair, carrying the distant laughter of children playing in the streets. It was almost strange, this tranquility.

"You keep staring," she noted, tilting her head slightly toward you. "What is it?"

The corners of your lips curled into a small smile. "Just thinking this moment feels unreal."

Arlecchino huffed softly, but there was no real edge to it. "Then hold onto it while you can."

A rare moment of respite. A fleeting mirage, but one she would chase — if only to see that look in your eyes for a little longer.