Skip to content
Neon Horizon
Category: Sci-Fi
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
The end.