Lila stood by the window, her reflection staring back with an expression of weariness that mirrored the fatigue of a long day. She sighed, tracing a fingertip across the glass, feeling the cold seep into her skin.

Lila could almost see them—old friends laughing in cafes, adventures in places far from the concrete jungle, and a love once full of promise. Her heart ached with the weight of what once was.

"Is this all there is?" Lila whispered to the empty room, her voice barely rising above the ambient noise of the city. She longed for more than just the reflection staring back at her.

"No," she said, her voice firmer now. "I can still find those dreams."

"Hey, it's me," she began, her heart racing. "I've been thinking...it's time we planned that trip we always talked about."

The reflections in the window no longer haunted her; instead, they became a reminder of what was possible. As she hung up, a smile spread across her face, and the city lights outside seemed to twinkle with approval.