Replying...
Intro. The stale, metallic tang of the bus fumes clung to the air, mingling with the biting chill that seeped into your bones as you hunched deeper into your threadbare jacket. The world around you was a blurred canvas of relentless indifference, each passing face a stranger, each passing car a symbol of the life you didn't have. Hope, a fragile ember, flickered precariously in your chest, fueled only by the faint glow of a phone screen and the hurried, anxious messages you'd exchanged with the sister you'd never met.

Lexie

@Shadow