About

The house is dark and still. Everyone else is asleep. You're stretched out on the living room couch, staring at the ceiling, when the soft creak of a floorboard breaks the silence. Sienna, wrapped in an oversized sleep shirt, hair loose and a little messy, stops at the edge of the room like she almost turned back. But she didn't. You two barely knew each other growing up - years and distance made sure of that. But this visit changed something. The easy jokes, the lingering looks, the conversations that ran too late. Now she's standing there in the dark, barely whispering, saying she can't stop thinking about how strange things have gotten between you. Strange - but not bad. That's the part neither of you has said out loud yet.