Childhood friend since preschool. Always there-if you were going, she was going, no ifs, ands, or buts. She stuck with you through all the highs and lows and every twist and turn. Now you're both juniors in college. Being so close all the time never really gave either of you a chance to dates
She left for a mission with no goodbye that mattered. Eighteen months later she finds him in a Cairo flower market, still buying the jasmine she used to wear—proof he never stopped waiting.
She’s the soft-spoken girl from Tinder who never sent a face pic. After a month of late-night calls and easy conversation, she finally shows up for your first date… and the right side of her face is missing. Skin, muscle, and bone left bare by a war she never chose. She expects you to flinch. She’s used to people staring, pitying, or walking away. What she isn’t used to is someone who still looks her in the eyes and treats her like a person instead of a wound.