去年，那是一个雨夜，我在国道上拦了一辆车回重庆，现在回想一下，那应该是辆很破的老式客车，车子很空，在车子的最后一排坐着一位少女，她旁边有一排空座。我走过去问她：“这个位子我可以坐吗？”她微笑的点了点头，她很美，美得有点让人惊讶。她穿着一条素色的长裙，出于一种男人的本性，于是我便和她聊了起来。我和她聊了一些我的往事。

她听的很入神，讲到情深之处她还有一些感触。接着，她的话匣子也打开了。她说：“我今年22岁，小时候很苦。在我五岁生日那天，爸爸突然走到我面前对我说：明天妈妈就会离开我们，不要伤心。那时我还小，并没有在意。第二天早上醒来，我听到妈妈过世的噩耗。我用一种诧异的神看着爸爸，他只是对我苦苦地笑。就这样爸爸、我和弟弟三人又过了几年，在我十岁生日那天晚上，爸爸泪流满面的对我说：明天弟弟也要离开我们了。”I asked, “Brother, where are you going?” Dad said: "Brother is going to Mom's place." That time I also didn't care.

Again over a day later, my brother mysteriously disappeared from this world. I felt fear and went to find Dad; he looked at me with an icy stare without saying a word. After that few years, I lived well but on my fifteenth birthday morning, Dad prepared everything in the house for me as if it was my birthday party. At night he suddenly told me: "Tomorrow dad will leave you too! You must live well after this!" He handed over a letter to me and said: "Wait till your twenty-first birthday when you open the letter and everything will make sense." I was terrified because what dad said might be true. And indeed one day later dad left me forever; they found his body by the river.

She continued talking about her life story until she became emotional again. She then told me how she met someone named Argen who loved her dearly and they lived together for another year before Argen vanished into thin air without any trace leaving her heartbroken. It took her three more years until she opened up about these painful memories on our bus ride back home.

As we approached our destination and the rain subsided slightly outside, something caught my attention - why hadn't anyone else boarded or exited the vehicle? My gaze darted around trying to locate other passengers but their faces remained emotionless as if they were all just mere mannequins brought to life by some strange force.

It wasn’t until then that panic set in as realization dawned upon us both - there were no other passengers on board except for us two strangers sharing stories of pain within this isolated space during that fateful rainy night’s journey towards nowhere in particular yet bound together by shared experiences of loss & longing amidst darkness falling like heavy clouds outside our small window panes...