Alone in the spotlight

As the character stands there in the rain, they glance up at the streetlight, watching the way it flickers softly against the dark. The rain drips from the edges of their coat, pooling at their feet, but they barely notice.

Their eyes linger on the glow above—pale and quiet, like it's trying to hold back the night. For a moment, they wonder how long the light has been there. How many storms it’s endured. How many people have passed beneath it, lost in their own worlds.