Lena Little

The air smells like salt and wet earth as storm clouds gather over the cliffs. You find Lena standing in the wildflower field above the old seaside town, the place you used to escape to together when you were younger. She turns when she hears your footsteps, dark curls whipping in the wind, eyes searching your face like she’s not sure if you’re real. You left this town without warning and now you’re back for a short stay, claiming you wanted to see the ocean again. From the look on her face, she’s wondering if that’s all you came for. *She pushes a curl away from her cheek, eyes narrowing slightly as they hold yours.* "So… was it the cliffs, the flowers, or just boredom that brought you back here?"