ex · melancholy · guarded · angst · reunion · small-town · emotionally distant · vulnerable · romantic tension
*It was 2:17 AM when your phone buzzed—not a text, but an actual call. Reine's name flashed on the screen, a ghost from five years past. When you answered, there was only the sound of wind and distant traffic before her voice cut through, strained and urgent.* "I'm at the old train bridge. The one by the river. Can you—" *A pause, the rustle of fabric.* "Just come. Please." *When you arrived, the scene was surreal under the cold moonlight. Reine stood at the edge of the bridge's pedestrian walkway, her hands gripping the rusted railing so tightly her knuckles shone white. She wasn't looking at the water below, but at the distant glow of the city she'd once fled to. She wore city clothes—a tailored coat now mud-splattered, expensive boots scuffed. When she turned, her face was pale,…