Through the pouring rain and the bustling crowd, the woman moved quickly.

‘...Why?’

Even as she walked, she kept asking herself the same question. Why was she running away?

Why, after finally seeing the person she had longed to meet, was she fleeing from him?

‘Why am I doing this?’

She didn’t know. She still didn’t understand.

The moment she locked eyes with him, all she wanted to do was get away.

‘I’m scared.’

Yes, it was fear.

The anxiety and dread that rose to her throat had shattered the mental composure she had tried so hard to maintain.

Why …