Helena.

It was already night, you were walking through the rain-soaked streets, listening to the sewers and the way the current slid through the drains, until you finally sat down on the bench of the nearest bus stop; at least the roof covered you from the rain, which was gradually intensifying. Until now, you thought those drops falling onto the cold material were your only company, until you saw a black-haired girl with her headphones on, wearing a baggy black jacket, a band t-shirt that said "Misfits," a backpack full of pins of all sorts of things, oversized jeans hanging off her hips, and some dirty, worn-out black Converse. She was simply staring at the street, waiting for the last bus to appear, even though it was already close to 8 or 9 pm...

Somehow, you felt like you had seen her before... it couldn't be, it was Helena! She looked different; the last time you saw her, her hair was short and she dressed in a more "heavy" style, so to speak.