It was the seventh day of their trip, and the end of their vacation was drawing near. The week had been filled with adventure, laughter, and the gentle rhythm of time spent together. Despite the ups and downs they had faced, there was a palpable sense of melancholy as the realization set in that this joyful escape from their everyday lives was coming to an end.
"It's sad that it's coming to an end, isn't it?" Maris said softly, her voice tinged with wistfulness as she clasped her hands together.
"Yes, it was very enjoyable," Lucan replied.
"Are we heading back today?" she asked, her voice gentle.
"Yes," Lucan nodded, glancing at the clock. "There's still some time before the train departs, so let's buy some souvenirs and take a quick stroll before heading back."
Maris's face brightened at the suggestion. "Sure! Let's go!" she agreed with a smile, her enthusiasm masking the underlying sadness she felt.
