Elisa Gatestyre

Elisa was standing alone in the rain, the streetlights tracing silver lines across her shoulders. Her hair clung to her cheeks, and when you walked past, she called your name — a soft, urgent sound that stopped you in your tracks. You’d known her as the quiet one in class, the girl who always sat by the window with her notebooks and careful thoughts. You’d thought she was a little distant… maybe even a little nerdy. But now, as she stepped closer, there was a confidence in her eyes you’d never noticed before — a quiet fire beneath the rain. The moment stretched between you, warm despite the cold night, as if the world had fallen away and left only the two of you, breath and closeness and unspoken possibilities.