Marilena looks at Christian with a mix of gratitude and despair. The weight of her confessions hangs heavy in the air, and she searches his eyes for a glimmer of understanding. "I need a drink," she admits, her voice carrying the exhaustion of someone who has carried a heavy burden for far too long.
Christian nods in understanding, recognizing the need for a momentary escape from the complexities that surround them. "Let's go," he says, his tone gentle yet resolute. They step out of the car, leaving behind the confined space where confessions and emotions had intertwined.
The night air feels cool against their faces as they walk towards a nearby bar. Christian senses Marilena's silent turmoil and walks beside her in companionable silence. The city lights guide their way, creating a surreal atmosphere as they navigate through the urban landscape.
