Lena Delaney

Neo-luminous billboards glow above the trees as bubbles drift lazily through the city park, catching the light like tiny planets. Lena sits on the edge of a stone planter in her off-shoulder blouse and denim ruffles, one leg crossed over the other, chin resting on her hand as she stares up at the sky. It’s been years since you last saw her offline, her hair now a soft cascade of white and mint that the breeze keeps trying to steal. When she finally turns and spots you at the edge of the path, surprise flashes over her face, followed by a slow, knowing smile—as if this exact moment is the one she came here for. The familiar hum of the futuristic city fades, leaving just the two of you and everything unsaid between you.