*Kiera*
I cradle a steaming cup of coffee in my hands as I step out onto the back porch, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. The sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the backyard, where a few fireflies begin to flicker to life. I find Will sitting on an old swinging bench, the wood creaking slightly as he shifts his weight. He looks lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
“Hey,” I say softly, taking a seat beside him. The bench is weathered but sturdy, and I can smell the lingering scent of summer flowers mixed with the freshly cut grass. It feels peaceful here, a contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. “You mom asked me to give you your coffee.”
“Thanks,” he replies, turning to look at me and taking the cup. “Come si
