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The last train had just left the station when he realized his mistake. Kai stood on the platform, frozen as the crimson glow of the train's neon tail lights dissolved into the hazy smog of the megacity. Above him, the endless tangle of flying cars zipped between towering skyscrapers like insects caught in a chaotic dance. The air was thick with the hum of engines and the soft buzz of holographic advertisements, their bright colors painting the streets in an artificial glow. Yet all of it faded into the background, drowned by the sudden weight in his chest. He was too late. He clenched the crumpled ticket in his fist. It was the last train, and he had missed it. The last train to Sector 7—where Layla was. Where she waited, where she thought he would be. But he wasn't, and now, he wouldn’t be. He had promised her he would be there in time. He had said it would be different this time, that he’d change. Regret gnawed at him, sharp and unforgiving, like the blade of the street vendors’ knives in the black markets of the Lower City. He had always been late. Late to opportunities, late to promises. Always chasing something just out of reach in this sprawling maze of glass and steel. Layla had been the one constant, the only piece of warmth in this cold neon-lit metropolis. And now, with the train gone, he feared that warmth had flickered out for good. His eyes darted around the station, searching for an answer that wasn't there. The towering platform, slick with rain and grime, offered no solutions, no hidden way out. The other commuters were long gone, whisked away to the farthest reaches of the city. Only the distant hum of drones patrolling the sky filled the empty silence. A gust of wind, heavy with pollution and the scent of oil, pulled at his coat. He thought about calling her—explaining everything, again. But the excuses felt hollow now. He had used them all before. He had always told her he was working to change, but it was always the city that pulled him back into its current. The late nights, the deals, the risks he took just to survive. How could anyone survive here without losing pieces of themselves? But tonight wasn’t about survival. Tonight had been about redemption. He looked up at the skyline, the darkened clouds reflecting the neon pulse of the city, and felt something shift within him. The mistake wasn’t missing the train—it was thinking he needed it at all. This city had stolen so much from him, but not his legs. Not his heart. Without a second thought, Kai bolted for the stairs, his boots pounding against the metal steps. The wind whipped at his face as he emerged onto the street, now alive with the electric hum of nighttime traffic. Flying cars zipped overhead, their blue underlights casting ghostly shadows across the ground, but Kai wasn’t watching them. He had a new path to carve. The rain fell harder now, a steady rhythm against his coat as he sprinted through the alleys. His breath came in short, sharp bursts, but he didn’t slow. Layla’s apartment was across the city, past the Upper Skyways, nestled in the quieter corners of Sector 7. He could still make it. He had to. He weaved through the crowd, dodging pedestrians and automated delivery drones, his mind set on a single point of light in the distance. Each step felt like it brought him closer to something—closer to the man he had always told her he would become. The rain soaked his clothes, and the ache in his legs grew unbearable, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was her. Finally, after what felt like hours, Kai arrived at her building, breathless and drenched. The neon lights outside flickered with a soft hum, casting a warm glow over the entrance. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and pressed the intercom. There was silence. Then, a familiar voice crackled through. "Kai?" His heart leapt. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out before fear could stop him. "Layla, I know I’m late... again. But I’m here. And this time, I’m not leaving." There was a long pause, the kind that stretched eternity in an instant. Then, the door buzzed open. Kai stepped inside, the weight of the city falling away behind him. This time, he had made it.