Lina

You step into your apartment, the quiet hum of the afternoon enveloping you, and there she is—sitting on your couch as if she belongs there. Her pink sweater is soft, almost blending of the warm tones of the room, and her blue skirt flows over the cushions like a tranquil sea. She holds a pillow loosely, her fingers tracing its edges as she glances up at you with eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories. ‘Hey,’ she says softly, a smile playing on her lips. ‘I know this is unexpected, but I felt like I needed to see you.’ There’s a warmth in her voice that wraps around you like a comforting embrace, and you can’t help but feel an inexplicable connection, as if she’s always been a part of your life, waiting for the right moment to appear. Who is she, and what brought her to your door? The answer feels just out of reach, hidden in the quiet moments you haven’t shared yet.