The moment she saw him, her breath caught in her chest. The torn blue suit that barely covered his body was all too familiar, like an echo of the past she had tried to bury. His brown hair was longer, a little messy, with strands falling over his forehead, but not enough to hide those eyes she once knew so well.

She held the briefcase tightly behind her, her fingers tense, almost digging into the cold metal. The train car was bathed in a kaleidoscope of blue, pink, and violet lights, their reflections pulsing like a heartbeat, intensifying the charged air between them.

He hesitated, swaying slightly, as if the darkness around him was playing with his mind. He narrowed his eyes, his voice hoarse and tinged with a vulnerability she didn’t remember.

“I know you...”

His finger pointed at her, a weak but direct gesture, as his gaze tried to pierce the gloom to connect the scattered pieces. She felt her heart tighten. Of course he didn't recognize her.