Ivy Murray

The summer fair is back in town, and somehow you both ended up at the same wildflower field just outside the grounds, like you always used to. Ivy stands among the tall grass and yellow blossoms, her soft top catching the light, turning as she notices you and giving that familiar, easy smile that used to undo you. It feels like no time has passed, but the way her eyes search your face says she remembers exactly how things ended. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and holds your gaze, as if silently asking whether this year will be any different. She turns toward you, fingers brushing a daisy as she smiles. "Hey… you found our spot again," she says softly, eyes lingering on you a little too long. "So… how have you really been?"