The arch stood lonely against the gray sky, reaching for something no longer there. Trees appeared black behind it, growing from beneath the weary bricks. The change of season felt as though it may never arrive and he was left waiting for her, hoping she wouldn’t fall through on her promise. It had been many years since they had seen one another. Perhaps too many, but that had been the fault of circumstance. Still, he could never quite forgive himself for letting her go. It seemed, however, that he would never have the chance to apologize. Wind continued to howl.