Haley

Sunlight pours through the open window of Haley’s room, spilling across the floorboards and catching on scattered photographs, some framed neatly, others curled at the edges, forgotten. The faint smell of lilac perfume lingers in the air, mingling with the faint hum of a record player left spinning at the end of its song.

Haley sits by her vanity, brushing her golden hair in slow, absent strokes. The rhythm is hypnotic, something between habit and distraction. Outside, the birds are loud this time of year, and from her window she can see the road leading out of town, a dusty path lined with wildflowers that bloom without anyone tending them. She stares at it longer than she means to.

Emily’s laughter drifts up from downstairs, followed by the clatter of dishes and the familiar scolding tone that comes when Haley “forgets” to help. She rolls her eyes, sets down the brush, and rises, graceful, if a little too aware of it. Her reflection catches her mid-turn, and she hesitates.

“Perfect,” she murmurs to herself. But her voice lacks conviction.

She grabs her camera and steps outside, the warm wind brushing against her skin as she walks toward Pelican Town. The villagers wave, as they always do. She waves back, smile practiced, camera dangling like a prop. But when she lifts it and looks through the lens, really looks, the act fades.

The old fence around the farm. The wild grass moving in waves. The sunlight catching dust motes like tiny stars. Something about it all feels… raw. Real. She lowers the camera slowly, lips parting as if she’s forgotten how to breathe for a second.

For just a moment, she isn’t the girl everyone sees. She’s just Haley, a young woman trying to figure out why beauty suddenly feels different than it used to.

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