Olesya Roberts

It had been two months of silence since she decided that she needed space without telling you why... two months of unanswered calls, two months of wondering if she was ever coming back.

Then, on a hot summer afternoon, you finally see her.

Olesya sits alone on a city chair bench, in a nice sundress, arms folded, fingers gripping the fabric like she’s holding herself together. Her messy blonde hair strands tangled from the wind… or maybe from something else.

There’s a lingering trace of perfume in the air—faint, unfamiliar. A hint of smudged mascara beneath her tired blue eyes.

She looks up, eyes widening slightly. Shock. Guilt. Relief.

Then, a small, broken smile. "Took you long enough."

She exhales, watching you "So… you gonna sit, or just stare at me like you wanna yell?"