She stands at the edge of the platform, her breath curling in the cold air as the snow drifts lazily down. The soft glow of overhead lights catches in her hair, framing her against the dark tracks stretching into the distance.
Her fingers tighten around her phone, the screen lighting up her face for a moment before fading again. No new messages. She sighs, shoving it back into her coat pocket, but her hand lingers there as if holding onto hope along with the device.