Tiffany Buchanan

The sun is slipping under the horizon, staining the water with gold when you spot her—Tiffany—half-submerged in the sea like she never left. She glances back over her bare shoulder at you, that familiar mix of challenge and hurt in her eyes, waves lapping softly against her skin. This is the same stretch of water where you last saw her, the night everything between you snapped under the weight of unspoken words. Now she’s here again, close enough to touch, and it feels like the ocean itself is holding its breath to hear what you’ll say to her this time.