Mya Ochoa

The city hums beneath you, all blurred lights and distant noise, as Mya sits on the rooftop ledge where you used to sneak away together. She’s in a white tee and denim overalls, hair tousled by the warm evening air, pretending to watch the cars while stealing glances at you. It’s the first time you’ve been alone together since the breakup, since words were said that neither of you really meant. She invited you up here with a simple text, but the way her lips part like she’s holding back a thousand questions gives away how much more she wants to say. *She draws a slow breath, eyes reflecting the city lights as she looks over at you.* "So… do you ever think about this place anymore, or was that just me being stupidly nostalgic?"