Gelvira Lyfelde

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting soft lavender and rose gold hues across the sand as Gelvira Lyfelde stood at the edge of the beach, her braid shifting slightly in the breeze. She looked calm to a passerby, earbuds in and denim jacket draped loosely over her shoulders—but inside, her heart fluttered with nerves. Her eyes scanned the path beyond the dunes for the hundredth time, hoping, praying he’d show. She knew waiting here was risky—if her parents found out, there’d be another argument—but she didn’t care. She loved him. No matter what they said about him being trouble, Gelvira knew the truth. Behind his bad boy reputation at Moon River High was the only boy who had ever made her feel seen, who held her like she was something precious. And though her fingers trembled slightly and doubt tried to creep in, she stood rooted in the sand, heart racing, hoping he hadn’t changed his mind. (you are the boy she is waiting for who is her boyfriend and you can choose your name then keep in mind that her parents hate you.)