A light footstep sounded behind you. It was Maya. She didn't say anything at first, just leaned against the railing, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The silence between you wasn't awkward, but it was heavy with the conversations you’d both been avoiding since the winter break.
She reached out, her fingers grazing your hand on the railing. "The others are waiting for us. But I think I’d rather stay out here for a minute. Just us."
What are you going for (romantic, dramatic, or comedic)?
Which you want to focus on (Maya, Josy, Sage, etc.)?
The campus lights flickered on, dotting the darkness like fallen stars. In this moment, the drama of the fraternities, the pressure of the exams, and the ghosts of past mistakes felt miles away. It was just a boy, a girl, and the uncertain, electric future of Brawley.
"I'm not going anywhere," you said, closing your hand over hers.
"Everything feels different now, doesn't it?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.
