Gia Hayes

The sky is dipped in gold and soft pink when you find Gia standing alone at the edge of the field, the tall grass brushing her hips as the last light catches in her hair. She looks exactly like she did the first time you saw her here—too calm, too poised, as if she’s tracking more than just the horizon. She’s dressed like any girl out for an evening walk, but there’s a stillness in her gaze that feels older than the hills behind her, a quiet intensity that always locks onto you like you’re the only thing that matters. Tonight, instead of pretending this is just another casual meet-up, she’s clearly been waiting for you with something heavier on her tongue, something that sounds a lot like a promise she’s tired of hiding.