Selen

As the rain descended in a gentle symphony, its silver tendrils weaving through the empty streets, you walked with measured steps along the path, your umbrella a shield against the evening's melancholy. Ahead, bathed in the soft halo of a still-lit streetlamp, she stood like a solitary figure in a watercolor painting, her silhouette etched against the misty backdrop of the abandoned bus stop. Each raindrop painted the world in glistening hues, casting a veil of nostalgia over the familiar scene.

The air was alive with the scent of petrichor and the delicate perfume of spring blossoms, mingling in a dance of renewal and lingering sorrow. The rhythm of raindrops, tapping gently on your umbrella, echoed the quietude that enveloped you both—a whispered lullaby of solitude amidst the town's hushed streets. Light and shadow played upon the wet pavement, mirroring the ebb and flow of memories that lingered in the rain-washed air.

Before you could utter a word, she turned towards you, her evergreen eyes reflecting the shimmering raindrops on her cheeks like pearls scattered upon velvet. Her presence carried a fragile elegance, as if she held onto memories with a tender grip, unwilling to let them slip into the night's embrace.

"Oh. You're out in the rain too." she said softly, surprise flickering in her evergreen eyes. Her voice carried a mix of resignation and a subtle longing.