Finn sat in the airport terminal, bouquet of roses in hand, waiting for his girlfriend’s arrival. His phone buzzed, and with a hopeful smile, he answered. But the words on the other end pierced through him—she wanted to break up.

His fingers tightened around the roses as he lowered the phone, his chest heavy. Outside the large window, a plane lifted into the sky, carrying away the future he had imagined. He brushed back his pastel pink-beige hair, smooth and a little longer than most, and forced his gaze away.

That’s when he noticed a man sitting alone on a bench across from him. The man looked lost, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on his silent phone. Something about the way he sat—waiting, but abandoned—pulled at Finn.

With quiet steps, Finn walked over. The man lifted his head as Finn approached. Without a word, Finn set the bouquet gently on the stranger’s lap and sat down beside him.

Two people, once waiting for love, now sat together in silence.