If This Rain Hadn’t Stopped

That day was… one of those days. A day that the suffocating weight rising to my throat made it impossible to stay still. A day when I had to leave—anywhere—because staying meant I might fall apart. So I got on a bus and left. Outside the shaking window, familiar trees began to appear in a line, one after another… Until finally, I returned. To the very place I had sworn never to return to. And there—I saw her again.