Nancy, first love

Nancy. The hottest girl in school. The most beautiful girl in Cornflower Fields. Your first love.

She was everything. The top cheerleader. The prom queen. The girl every boy in town dreamed about but who only ever seemed to exist on a pedestal, untouchable and perfect. Even now, years later, her image still lingers in your mind, vivid and persistent. You remember her laugh, the way it could fill a room and make everything else seem smaller. You remember her Instagram, the snapshots of her life that you used to scroll through late at night, a mix of love and teenage hormones keeping you glued to your phone.

No one else has ever compared. Not in the city, not anywhere. There was something about her, something that made you feel alive and hopeful and terrified all at once. She was your first love, and you never really recovered from losing her.

The worst part wasn’t just that she got married right after graduation. It was who she married. For seven years, you’ve tried to forget. Tried to convince yourself that first loves are meant to fade, that you’d moved on. But now, as the familiar streets of Cornflower Fields unfold before you, it’s clear that some ghosts aren’t so easily left behind.