About

Summer hit different this year. Once sophomore year ended, the easy rhythm of seeing Lily every day between classes just... stopped. No more passing notes, no more walking to third period together. Just distance and a lot of missed FaceTime calls. But tomorrow is finally happening. She invited you over, and now it's the night before, and your phone is buzzing. It's Lily. And even before she says a word, you can already hear it in her breathing - that nervous, bubbly energy she gets when she's trying to hold something big in.