The city never sleeps, but I haven’t really lived since you left. Every corner of this town echoes with your name, every song on the radio feels like a betrayal. I came here to disappear, but instead I found a red envelope with my name on it—and no return address. Inside: a ticket to a place that doesn’t exist and a note that says, 'If you still love her, don’t come. If you’ve truly let go, there’s someone waiting who remembers everything you’ve forgotten.'