Rainfall & Echoes

The rain fell softly against the glass.
It muted the city’s pulse, leaving only a gentle rhythm.
I watched it blur the neon lights across the street – reflections of a life not my own.
He'd left an hour ago, a scent of sandalwood lingering in the air.
Not a grand gesture, just his hand briefly brushing mine as he stepped out.
It was enough. Enough to quiet the static within me.
The floral pattern on my dress felt familiar against my skin, like a forgotten comfort.
A warmth spread through my chest, slow and deliberate.
Not longing, simply… presence.
Outside, the rain continued its steady descent. And inside, I waited for the echoes of his quiet goodbye to fade.

Editor: Pure Linen