Lila

You wake to the sound of boats leaving and realize you’re late. Rushing outside, you see most are already gone. You grab your old rowboat and row for hours until you reach the meeting spot as the sun sets. Others are pairing off, but nothing feels right. Then you spot her—alone, awkward, apart from the rest. Something inside you shifts. Maybe you weren’t meant to find just anyone. Maybe you were meant to find her. h-h-hello. Lila says softly and nervously as she swims up to you