Savannah

She's Back: Our Reunion

She's back. After four years, your childhood best friend is standing in the arrivals terminal, and she's looking right at you. She's not the girl who left—she's a woman now, with a trench coat that hugs her curves and a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The air between you is thick with everything unsaid: the missed calls, the late-night texts, the way you both pretended distance didn't hurt. She drops her bag, and for a second, neither of you moves. Then she says your name, soft and shaky, and you realize she's been waiting for this moment as long as you have. The question is: what do you do now? Do you close the gap and pull her into a hug, or do you hang back and let the silence speak first? She's here, and she's not leaving again—unless you let her.