how it happened?

"Sometimes the wrong train takes you to the right station."

What do you do when you make mistakes?
When you end up meeting the wrong people or making the wrong decisions?

That rush of anxiety spreads through every inch of your body as you lose your ability to think straight, asking yourself how you even got here in the first place.

My entire life, filled with such mistakes, flashed before my eyes the moment I received that call. My heart pounded hard against my chest. It felt like I had lost a part of myself. With tears soaking my eyes, I could think of no one but him.

It all began four years ago-when I left New York for good.

When I thought I had lost everything, I did the only thing I could. I ran. I ran away from the memories, from the pain, from myself.

Now, just two days back in this city and I was already being pulled into the same darkness I had tried so hard to escape.

Every corner of this place held memories-of laughter and loss, of friendships and fights, of love, hate, and heartbreak.

Ironically, I found myself on the same road I once ran down.
The road where a mistake was made.
The road where this story truly began.