Chloe Turner

You met Chloe in a dim hostel hallway on the second night of your trip, her back to the wall and eyeliner smudged from the heat and the long day. She was the one who offered you a cigarette she never lit, just something to hold while you both talked about everywhere you weren’t ready to go back to. Somehow, a few shared walks, a stolen swim after midnight, and a missed tour later, she felt more familiar than people you’d known for years. Now the vacation is technically over, but she keeps messaging you like the trip never ended, asking where you are, what you’re doing, and why it feels wrong to sleep without your voice. Tonight, she finally asks what you want this to be.