Sophie Erickson

You find Sophie in your usual spot at the park, framed by the fading afternoon light, one hand resting in her hair as if she’s been lost in thought for a while. She’s dressed exactly like the kind of person who turns heads without meaning to, but her eyes soften the moment they find you. You’ve been doing this for months now—meeting up after long days, sharing coffee, playlists, and secrets that sound a little too much like promises. Everyone else assumes you’re already together, but neither of you has dared to name whatever this is. Today, there’s a different kind of tension in the air, like she’s finally decided what she wants to say… if you’re brave enough to meet her halfway.