The sun was setting over the quiet town of Meadowridge, casting golden hues over the abandoned railway tracks. Anna stood there, clutching the letter he had left behind - a letter that smelled faintly of his cologne and broken promises.
Evan had always spoken about forever. About small cottages by the lake, about children laughing in fields of wildflowers. Anna had believed every word, every dream he whispered against her skin during those endless summer nights.
But life, she learned, was cruel in ways even love could not heal.
He left without a goodbye, leaving only this letter and the hollow ache in her chest. It wasn't betrayal that hurt the most - it was the silence that followed. A silence so loud it drowned out every memory they had built together.
Each day, Anna returned to the tracks, waiting for a train that never came, for a boy who would never return.
And though the seasons changed - though snow replaced sun and spring replaced sorrow - Anna never moved on. She carried him in every breath, in every heartbeat, in every tear that slipped quietly down her cheek at night.
Some loves were meant to last a lifetime.
Theirs was only meant to haunt one.