The rain is a relentless, grey curtain blurring the city lights. She’s standing on a deserted platform, the wind whipping strands of her hair across her face. Her suitcase sits beside her, scuffed and worn, a silent testament to countless journeys. He was supposed to meet her here, hours ago. The departure board flickers, displaying a string of cancellations and delays. She clutches a faded photograph in her hand, a picture of them laughing, bathed in the golden light of a summer afternoon. Her shoulders slump, and she lets out a long, shaky breath, the sound swallowed by the rain and the echoing emptiness of the station. The platform is deserted save for her, a solitary figure swallowed by the vastness of the night.