The city of Nara, with its ancient temples and quiet streets, was the perfect backdrop for the silence Eduardo carried in his heart.
He had arrived too late... once again.
Elisa was there, indeed.
In the same city.
Just a few kilometers away, backstage at a traditional theater reserved only for Japanese guests and cultural diplomats.
But there were no extra passes.
No exceptions.
And once again, she was close... but unreachable.
Eduardo walked around the theater, hands in his overcoat pockets, eyes vacant.
He carried the letter he had written during the flight.
His heart told him he couldn't leave her there without trying something.
Seeing some dancers discreetly exiting from the side of the building, he gathered courage.
He approached one of them... young, Japanese, friendly.
Excuse me. Are you part of the company?
Yes, sir.
I need to ask for something... special. It's about one of the dancers. Carla Amaral. I... need her to receive this.
