Night slowly descended, wrapping the city in a blanket of amber lights that shimmered on the rain-soaked streets.

Rosemary walked aimlessly, her worn coat barely shielding her trembling body. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and every step felt heavier — as if the earth itself refused to carry her weight.

The soft buzz of her phone kept echoing in her pocket, but she no longer cared.

Comments. Insults. Mockery.

Every word cut like a blade through her chest.

“Enough…” she whispered shakily. “I’m tired. I just want to disappear.”

She kept walking toward the old terminal at the edge of the city, planning to leave everything behind — her...