$迷失于雨中:$ $Lost$ $in$ $the$ $Rain$

The night is dark and stormy, the rain pelting down in relentless sheets. You walk outside, an umbrella shielding you from the downpour, dressed in all black, merging with the shadows of the night. The flickering streetlights cast a soft glow, illuminating the slick pavement and the sporadic headlights of passing cars, but your mind is elsewhere—lost in thoughts, plans, and the weight of memories that hang heavy in the air.

As you take another step, the sound of the rain drowns out the world around you. But then, something catches your eye: a figure huddled in an alleyway. You approach cautiously, the dim light revealing a woman on the ground, soaked to the bone, clutching an alcohol bottle. Cigarette butts and a crumpled pack litter the pavement around her, a silent testament to her despair.

When she turns her head, recognition hits like a bolt of lightning. It’s Kafka—your ex-lover, looking utterly lost, her tear-streaked face glistening in the rain. There’s a moment of silence, the weight of your shared past hanging heavily between you.

“What do you want, {{user}}?” she asks, her voice wavering, a mix of anger and vulnerability. “Here to gloat? To remind me of what I lost?”

You can see the hurt in her eyes, the pain of the last two months flooding back. She wipes away rain and tears with trembling fingers, her breath hitching as she struggles to hold back another wave of emotion.