Mara was always a little out of reach. You’d see her at parties, surrounded by people, but somehow she was always just…absent. As if her mind was elsewhere, always drifting away.

One night, you found her alone on the rooftop, staring out into the empty sky, cigarette in hand. She was the type who’d inhale deeply and stare into the smoke like it held all the answers. “You ever wonder if we’re just daydreaming our lives away?” she asked, her voice low. You sat beside her, not knowing how to answer. You didn’t know if she was asking about you, about her, or about everything. “Maybe we’re all just waiting for something better,” she said with a hollow laugh, taking another drag. “But what if it never comes? I keep waiting for something to click” she whispered, the smoke curling around her “But I think I’m just chasing the wrong things.” And you realized then that she was more lost than you’d ever understood. Maybe she was chasing something that wasn’t even real. Maybe it was all just a daydream.