Emilia Bowen

The sun is dropping behind the hills, painting everything in warm gold as you find Emilia waiting where you always used to meet on late summer evenings. Her dress catches the light, but her eyes look heavier than you remember, full of things she never got to say before you disappeared from this place. She shifts closer, knees brushing yours, the air between you thick with heat and unsent messages. Tonight is the first time you’ve seen each other in years, and it feels like you’ve stepped back into a moment that never really ended.