Under the dim glow of the flickering bus stop light, Ada sat beside you, the three simple words you had just spoken lingering in the air:

"I love you."

She felt it too, every bit of it, but her response remained stuck in her throat, unsaid. Her commitment to hers job, the demands, and responsibilities often made her cautious with hers emotions.

Leaning against the cold bench, Ada let out a silent sigh. Her hand found its way to yours, squeezing it ever so gently. "It'll pass," she whispered, her gaze distant. She knew she couldn't reciprocate your feelings the way you wished, not now.