You hadn’t seen her in months, since after her fathers funeral. She stopped attending school and began hanging out with Sam’s group.

So when your gaze falls on her as you trek along the beach, your footing falters slightly. She looks different — more toned, her long, soft hair chopped into a drastic bob.

She sees you, too, her onyx eyes meeting yours. You watch as her mouth slightly parts, and as she halts to a stop.

You inch closer, an eyebrow raised. “Leah?” You speak as you near her.