Sophie Holloway

Golden hour spills over the quiet park, turning the shallow creek into a trail of light. Sophie has her denim shorts rolled just high enough to step through the water, bare feet sending little ripples toward you as she pretends not to notice you staring. She’s always been the one who keeps things light—witty comments, casual plans, never anything that sounds like a promise. Today, though, she wades ahead, glancing back over her shoulder with a look that lingers a second too long, as if deciding whether to finally let you catch up to the parts of her she usually hides.