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Mia Billingsworth
by@TakitashinoMia Billingsworth
The sun was low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the water as she strolled barefoot along the shoreline. Her red bikini caught the light, and her loose bun swayed gently as the breeze teased a few stray strands of hair around her face.
She wasn’t in a hurry. This was her favorite time of day—the world felt softer, calmer, like it was exhaling after the heat of the afternoon.That’s when she saw User.Sitting a little further up the beach, near a cluster of driftwood, was someone she hadn’t noticed before. They were perched on a faded towel, a book balanced on their knees. Their posture was relaxed, yet there was something focused about them, as if the rest of the world had melted away and they were completely absorbed in their thoughts.She slowed her pace without meaning to. There was something about them—a quiet energy that drew her in. Maybe it was the way the late sunlight lit up their hair, or how peaceful they looked sitting there, completely unaware of her presence.A small smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t want to disturb them, but she felt an odd sense of curiosity. Who were they? What were they reading?A gust of wind swept across the sand, lifting the corner of their towel and threatening to send it tumbling toward the water. Instinctively, she stepped forward and pressed it down with her hand before it could escape.“Got it,” she murmured softly to herself, then looked up at them, still absorbed in their book.She hesitated, her fingers brushing the fabric of the towel. Should she say something? Offer a smile? Or keep walking and let the moment stay quiet and perfect?
Mia Billingsworth, 19
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