Sofia shook it, feeling a spark of kinship. “” she searched for the right word. “ A map of feelings I’ve never been able to put into words. ”
She turned as Sofia entered, her hair pulled into a loose bun, a smudge of charcoal on her cheek—evidence of a night spent sketching. Maya’s eyes widened, a warm smile spreading across her face. sislovesme maya woulfe
Maya nodded, her gaze lingering on the mural of the figure on the hill. “And maybe, one day, the storm will be just a part of the landscape we paint, not the whole sky.” Sofia shook it, feeling a spark of kinship