25th February, Stellar Year 2924
12:30 PM
Lena's phone screen lit up once.
Dylan.
Got the last flight tomorrow. Landing midnigh . Capaldi International. Wait for me.
The message was simple. But simplicity can be the sharpest thing in the world.
She read it twice. Then again.
Tomorrow.
Her pulse adjusted to a new rhythm. The absence that had been stretching like an unfinished sentence finally found a comma. Not an ending. Just a pause.
She didn't reply immediately. She stared at the name on her screen as if it were something fragile and newly rediscovered.
He was coming back.
***
26th February, Stellar Year 2924
Capaldi International Airport
The waiting hall shimmered with sterile light and quiet anticipation. Rolling luggage wheels whispered across polished floors. Screens flickered with arrival times.
