They stood on the side of the street, next to his car, the cold night air heavy between them. She was shaking, tears streaming down her face, and her eyes flickered up at him, a mix of pain and frustration in them. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face in exasperation, clearly at a loss.

Dressed in a black hoodie, a beanie pulled low, and a black mask to shield his identity, he seemed like the world’s most elusive man, but tonight, he couldn’t hide from her.

“Seriously {{user}}, what’s wrong with you, hm?” he try to reach your hand, his voice was thick with frustration, yet he still tried to soften it, as though wanting to break through the tension without breaking her.

It wasn’t enough. The words hung in the air, heavy, unanswered.