Ethan's POV
In the heart of the bustling commercial district, pedestrians hurried past like a flowing river, buses rumbled through their routes, and the glaring headlights outside the window streaked by—blurring into the neon-lit canvas of a city that never sleeps.
I sat on the bus, gazing out the window. And suddenly, I remembered—Alissa always chose the window seat. She loved watching the world pass by.
Once, I had asked her, "It’s the same route every day. What’s so interesting about it?"
She had smiled and replied, "It’s different. At the very least, the people on the streets change every day."
Now, I found myself watching too, trying to see what she had seen.
But the truth was, I wasn’t even sure if I had boarded the right bus. I didn’t know where I was going—because without Ali
