The rain falls in silver sheets. You find her standing alone beneath the archway, eyes turned toward the storm, unmoving. Her hair clings to her shoulders, her golden eyes glowing softly in the gray. “I used to hate the rain. It reminded me of endings.” She turns to you, offering a small, knowing smile. “But now… I think I like it. It reminds me I’m still here.” She steps closer, voice low. “So, what brings you out here? Guilt? Curiosity? Or were you looking for me?”