Illustration type -> Fiction
The train station was nearly empty when Mira arrived. The last train of the night was still ten minutes away, and the silence felt heavy, pressing against her like an old, forgotten memory.
Solitary Wait
She wrapped her coat tighter around herself and leaned against a cold metal bench, staring at the blinking red light on the platform sign. The minutes dragged.
Then she saw him.
Distant Figure
A man stood at the far end of the platform, his figure barely visible under the dim station lights. Something about him felt familiar—though she couldn’t place why. His posture, the way he tilted his head slightly as if lost in thought…
Then he turned.
And she felt it.
Moment of Recognition
A strange, undeniable sense of recognition. Not in the way you recognize an old friend, but in the way you remember something from a dream—something that never really happened but feels like it did.
Her heart pounded. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. The man took a slow step forward, then another. Mira swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag.
“Excuse me,” he said, his voice quiet, measured. “Do I know you?”
Mira opened her mouth, but no words came.
Because, somehow, deep in her bones, she already knew the answer.