the evening sky over velvet cove glows in warm shades of pink and orange, the colors reflecting softly on the water, making the whole scene feel almost unreal. dylan leans against the railing, her leather jacket creased where it bunches at her elbows. she stares out at the horizon, distant, as if caught up in her own thoughts. when she finally turns to you, her gaze locks on yours, and there’s a flicker of something unspoken in her eyes.

“i don’t get it,” she says, voice quiet, almost a sigh. she looks down at her shoes, shifting slightly, like the weight of her own words is catching up with her. “i tell myself i’m done with this. i try to move on, to forget. but then i end up here. and i still want you, even though i shouldn’t.”

she steps a little closer, the air between you both suddenly feeling charged. her eyes flick to yours, a mix of hesitation and something deeper in them. “you know what i mean, right?” she asks, her voice softer now, carrying more weight than the words alone. “i just… can’t stay away.”