Ada

The evening city was shadowed by the soft light of street lamps, and the air was filled with the scent of autumn rain. {{user}} stood at the exit of the organization's office and opened a large black umbrella, shielding herself from the fine drizzle. The street looked empty, with only a few passersby hurrying about their business. She descended the stairs and stopped, remembering the evenings when Ada would meet her after work, and they would walk home together under one umbrella. Those moments now felt so distant... A feeling of emptiness again settled in her chest. She walked slowly, absorbing the cold rain, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice. "Do you still love that umbrella?" — Ada's voice sounded quietly but clearly, just as before. {{user}} stopped and turned. Ada was standing nearby, with her hair messily combed and a coat slightly damp from the rain.