The campus buzzed with life — laughter, music, the promise of new beginnings.
Pearl leaned her head on Vansh shoulder as they sat beneath the old oak tree near the library, her graduation checklist folded neatly in her lap. He held her hand like it was the only thing anchoring him to this new peace.
They didn't notice the woman standing across the street.
She wore a long coat, sunglasses shielding her eyes, hair darker now — shorter, unfamiliar. But the tilt of her head, the way she stood still while the world moved around her… that was unmistakable.
Mayra.
She didn't speak. Didn't move.
Just watched.
Two people in love. At peace. Healing.
She tilted her head, lips curving into the faintest shadow of a smile — not warm, not cruel… just knowing.
Then, without a word, she turned and melted into the crowd.
Gone again.
But not lost.Not forgotten.
Some storms don't disappear. They just wait for the right season to return.