The train station smelled faintly of rain and coffee, the kind of scent that felt heavy with memories. Lila adjusted the strap of her worn leather bag, trying not to glance at the empty bench where they had once sat together. But her eyes betrayed her heart—they always did.
She still remembered that day two years ago. The same bench. The same drizzle. The same man who had kissed her forehead before boarding the train that carried him away.
And now, she was back.
The loudspeaker crackled with announcements as people bustled past, rushing to places that mattered. For Lila, this was the only place that mattered.
"Still waiting, huh?"
The voice pulled her sharply into the present. Her heart stuttered.
She turned, and there he was—Daniel. Standing a few feet away, his hair damp from the rain, a soft smile tugging at his lips. Time had changed him just enough; his jawline looked sharper, his shoulders broader, but his eyes—those warm, searching eyes—were exactly as she remembered.
