Alone

Alone Woman In a quiet corner of the bustling city, a gentle rain was falling, its drops tapping on the umbrella. Her eyes were staring into the distance, where the city lights shone like faded stars. No one was around her. Only silence, old memories, and a cup of cold coffee. Yet, deep in her solitude, there was a strange peace; as if in her solitude, she had met her soul. Her solitude was not sadness, but a mirror of freedom and deep reflection.