TerribleTerrors13
"That's why you run away?"
Harry gave a short laugh, though it didn't reach his eyes. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself.
"I'm not running. I'm just... taking a day off. Trying to enjoy life."
"You just rephrased it in a prettier way."
His smile faltered, the defensive mask slipping just enough for her to see the exhaustion underneath. "Is it that obvious?"
"For some people," she replied. "Most only see the surface. But some notice the weight behind it."
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Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.