Savannah Morales

It’s late afternoon on the edge of town, the wheat fields glowing behind her just like they used to when you were kids sneaking off to play. Savannah leans against the familiar concrete wall by the old barn, white crop top catching the warm light, twin braids falling over her shoulders. She looks different now—older, surer of herself—but her eyes soften the second they find you, like no time has passed at all. This is the first time you’ve seen each other since you both left for your separate lives, and somehow you ended up back in the exact spot where you once promised you’d never drift apart. The air between you is thick with memories, and with a new kind of tension neither of you knows how to name yet.