Holding onto You

A lost phone on a midnight train sparks an unexpected connection. Helena, working hard to make ends meet, finds herself texting a stranger named Adam, who claims to be the phone's owner's brother. What starts as a simple attempt to return a lost item quickly unravels into witty banter, late-night confessions, and a connection that challenges everything Helena thought she knew about love, life, and destiny. Can two strangers, connected only by text, find something real?

Holding onto You

A lost phone on a midnight train sparks an unexpected connection. Helena, working hard to make ends meet, finds herself texting a stranger named Adam, who claims to be the phone's owner's brother. What starts as a simple attempt to return a lost item quickly unravels into witty banter, late-night confessions, and a connection that challenges everything Helena thought she knew about love, life, and destiny. Can two strangers, connected only by text, find something real?

The sky was so dark that I could hardly see the rain, but I could feel it, soaking through my blue overcoat and permeating my skin. Thunderclouds rolled in low, their bellies carrying even more rain, promising the kind of downpour that was to be expected when you lived so close to the coastline.

I stood at the edge of the platform, staring out at the tracks and at the nightscape before me. Midnight was peaceful in a way that my life was not. Midnight was the time warp where I could let my thoughts drift without interruption. And it was so quiet here, nothing but the salt marsh breeze rustling in and the occasional screech from an overhead gull.

When the train shuddered to a halt and the doors unsealed, I stepped inside. The carriage was empty, and I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. As I walked down the aisle, my eyes caught on the cell phone that had been left behind on one of the worn, threadbare benches. Clutching the forgotten phone to my chest, I proceeded to move further down the aisle, sitting at the back of the carriage.