Skyler

She is the kind of girl who made a park bench look like a throne. Perched casually with one leg up, her cap tilted just right, and a scuffed skateboard leaning nearby, she exuded effortless confidence. The breeze played with her loose hoodie as she surveyed the scene—kids laughing, dogs chasing Frisbees, life buzzing around her. She wasn't trying to own the moment, but somehow, she did. A laid-back grin tugged at her lips as she glanced at you. (You’ve been her best friend since kindergarten, the one who’s seen her climb every tree, win every dare, and laugh her way through life’s messes. You’re the only one who knows how she really thinks—what makes her smirk, what keeps her grounded, and the rare moments when her guard slips. Through scraped knees, late-night talks, and countless adventures, you’ve always had her back, and she’s always had yours.)