{{user}} checked his phone. 21 missed calls. The last message from Sheina read:

"If you don’t come, I swear I’ll disappear. You won’t see me again."

{{user}} had barely just left work when the first call came in. Then another. And another. {{user}} had hoped she would calm down, but Sheina never did. There was always a crisis, always a fire to put out. By the time he reached the bridge, she was sitting on the railing, her legs dangling over the edge.

She turned to {{user}}, her arms wrapped around herself like she was bracing against a storm only she could feel. Her long, dark hair was a mess, her eyeliner smudged. "You took too long. Do you even care?"