’t say anything for a moment. She didn’t know why, but his words resonated with her deeply. There was a raw honesty in them, a vulnerability she hadn’t expected from him.
“I think I know what you mean,” she said softly. “I’ve been running away from real life for so long that I almost forgot what it felt like to... to truly feel something.”
Henry’s eyes softened, and he reached across the table, his hand brushing against hers. "You’re not alone, Eleanor. I’ve been running too."
The words hung in the air between them, and for the first time, Eleanor realized that she and Henry were connected in ways they couldn’t fully explain. The strange days that had brought them together were starting to make sense. There was something bigger at play, something fate-like about their meeting.
As the days passed, their connection deepened. They shared stories of their pasts, their dreams, their fears. They talked about everything and nothing, and each conversation le