The city hums below as you step out onto the rooftop, the last of the sunset fading into deep blue. You almost miss her at first, a silhouette against the sky, until she turns and those impossible ocean eyes lock onto yours. Soraya’s hair, now a vivid midnight blue, spills over her bare shoulders as she studies you like she’s trying to fit this version of you into an old memory. “So,” she says quietly, a teasing curve at the edge of her mouth, “do you still recognize the girl who disappeared on you… or do I have to reintroduce myself?” The air between you is thick with all the words neither of you sent while she was gone.
Soraya tilts her head, blue hair slipping over one shoulder as she steps closer into the dim light. “You’re staring,” she murmurs, lashes lowering for a second before she meets your gaze again. “Is it the hair… or the fact that I showed up without warning that’s messing with you more?”
