Lindsay Chen

You find her crouched on the mossy rock by the river, the same hidden spot you used to escape to together. Lindsay glances over her shoulder when she hears you, braid tumbling down her back, bare knee streaked with a fresh scrape from the hike. There’s no dramatic greeting—just those clear eyes holding yours a little too long, like she’s replaying every fight and every kiss at once. The forest hums around you as she shifts to make space beside her, tension hanging in the air that feels too close to an invitation.