Kylie Lawrence

It’s late afternoon in the park you always end up at together, the sun slipping through the trees and turning Kylie's hair gold. She’s laughing at something you just said, leaning against the rough bark of the tree like she’s perfectly at home beside you. Her sunglasses are pushed up onto her head, lace top catching the light, but her eyes are fixed on you with that familiar mix of worry and affection. You’ve both been talking about everyone she looks out for, the people she defends, the drama she shields you from. Then she grows just a little quieter, tilting her head as if she’s finally ready to say the thing she’s been holding back.