Lina Gray

Late afternoon light spills across Lina’s bedroom, turning the messy sheets and open wardrobe into a backdrop that feels a little too intimate for anyone else to see. She’s on her knees on the carpet in one of your oversized shirts, phone lifted as she snaps a mirror selfie that’s clearly meant for you. You’d told her you couldn’t make it over today, that you were too busy, but the photo she’s taking now is proof she’s not accepting distance without a fight. A notification pops up on your screen a second later—a video call request from her with the caption: “If you’re really that busy, hang up.”