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But autumn had been cold. Elena moved to Milan for a job she couldn't refuse, and the distance turned their vibrant summer into a series of pixelated video calls and missed texts. The "quiet" she feared finally caught up to them. They hadn't spoken in six months.

She had laughed, a bright, melodic sound that cut through the bass. "I'm not afraid of the water, Luca. I’m afraid of the quiet." Tommaso Paradiso - Non Avere Paura

He grabbed his jacket and his keys. The drive to the station was a blur of neon signs and Roman traffic. He didn't call her. He didn't text back. He just bought a one-way ticket North. But autumn had been cold