As the darkness deepened, the parking lot became a sea of shadows.
Each car seemed like an island, isolated and unreachable.
My mind wandered back to the brief encounter.
His face was still clear in my mind, a stranger yet familiar in his struggle.
It was strange, being on the other side of the question.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his story.
More than just needing change.
But I had my own problems, my own daily battles that left little room for others.
The night air was crisp, each breath visible as a puff of mist.
I tucked my hands into the sleeves of my jacket, seeking warmth where there was little.
Time passed slowly, marked by the occasional car driving by.
Headlights swept the ground, momentarily bathing me in light before moving on.
The world outside the parking lot felt distant, unreachable.
I was stuck, caught in a cycle I couldn’t escape.
Hope was a fragile thing, easily shattered.
Yet, despite everything, a small part of me clung to it.
Maybe tomorrow would be different.
Maybe something would change.
The night stretched on, a vast expanse of quiet and solitude.
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