The rain had just stopped when she stepped off the train, as if the sky had been waiting for her before finally letting go. The air was warm and still, carrying that heavy scent of wet asphalt and summer just beginning to make itself known.

She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, not because she was cold, but because something inside her felt unexpectedly unfamiliar despite the familiar place.

She hadn't been here in years.

The station looked smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps it was she who had changed. She glanced up at the same faded sign, the same little café in the corner, untouched by time.

She, however, felt anything but unchanged since the last time she had been here. So much had happened in her life. No one was there to meet her; she would walk the short distance to the house. Yet she lingered for a moment, as if waiting for someone to call her name.

And that was when she saw him.

He stood farther down the platform, leaning against one of the old lampposts, his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on the tracks as though his thoughts had carried him somewhere far away. She recognized the way he stood before she could even make out his face. As if her body remembered him faster than her mind did.

Damn, he's still incredibly handsome.

They were never supposed to meet again.

Not here. Not now. Not ever.

But when he turned and their eyes met, it was as if everything between them disappeared—the years, the distance, all the words that had never been spoken. A smile slowly spread across both their lips.