The rain fell softly, like the sigh of a forgotten dream. Amina stood at the edge of the old bridge, watching ripples form across the river. She had come here every night for a week — not to escape the world, but to speak to it.
Her voice was barely a whisper. “Do you hear me?” she asked the dark.
Somehow, tonight felt different. The air shimmered, and the wind carried a name — Kairo. Her heart thudded. He had vanished years ago, yet here his name returned, tender as a promise.
She stepped closer to the river’s edge. The water glowed softly under the moonlight, and from it came a voice — his voice.
“Amina… I’ve been waiting.”
She smiled through tears. The stars above pulsed like a heartbeat, and the rain became a melody.
Sometimes, love doesn’t end. It just learns a new language.
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