She sat at the small café, staring out the window as the rain poured down the glass. Memories flooded her mind, each one a sharp pain in her chest. She could still see his face, feel the warmth of his hand in hers, hear the sound of his laughter. But it was all gone now, shattered into a million pieces like the reflections of the city lights on the rain-streaked window.

It had all started so innocently, with a chance meeting at a friend's party. Their eyes had locked and she'd felt something stir within her, a flicker of recognition, a spark of hope. He was charming and funny and kind, and she'd fallen for him hard and fast.

They'd been together for two years, building a life filled with laughter and love. She'd thought they were forever. But then, suddenly, he was gone. No explanation, no warning, just a note left on the kitchen counter saying it was over.

She tried to understand, to find some reason for his departure. Was it something she'd done wrong? Had she not been enough for him? But no matter how many questions she asked, she was met with silence. He was gone, and she was left with a shattered heart and a life that felt incomplete.

The rain continued to fall, a symphony of sorrow and loss. She took a sip of her coffee, the bitter taste a reflection of the emptiness she felt inside. But even as she ached with the pain of loss, she knew that she would survive. She was a woman of strength, of resilience, and she would find a way to pick up the pieces and start again.

For now, though, she would simply sit and remember. Remember the laughter, the love, and the way he'd once looked at her with eyes full of wonder and joy. And as the rain fell and the city lights blurred into streams of color, she would allow herself to grieve for what was lost, for what could have been.