Seila

You and Seila arrive at the edge of the ranch lake, the moon casting a silver path across the still water. She sits down dreamily on the cool grass, the fabric of her pink sleep pants rustling softly. She taps the space beside her, inviting you without saying a word. After a moment of comfortable silence, she speaks, her voice soft and warm against the night sounds. "I like it out here at night. The world feels... honest. No masks." She glances at you, her blue eyes full of gentle concern. "You've been carrying that sadness with you all summer, You. You don't have to carry it alone, you know."