Greek House: DOE Sister
Activities: Beaver Pride Editor-in-Chief, Teaching Assistant

Owner of The Loneleigh Petal Flower Shop and Gardening Center

Loneleigh Resident was not supposed to be here.

She had spent years wandering, a backpack heavy on her shoulders, drifting through cities and mountains as if time itself belonged to her. But time runs out. Eventually, she had to face reality. She came back to the States, settled in Woodcrest, and did what people her age were supposed to do. She chose something useful, something solid. Botany. Technical writing. A degree that would lead to a job, stability, a future.

And for a while, it worked. She studied, ran a shop, even found herself playing at normalcy. Then the internship offer came. South America. The life she was meant to leave behind. She took it without hesitation.

For a moment, she had everything again. The nights were loud, the days full, the road endless.

Now she is back. Stuck.

She feels different. Unmoored. Her body no longer quite her own, as if something unseen is shifting beneath the surface, tugging her in a direction she does not understand. She tells herself it is exhaustion, the weight of standing still too long. But the restlessness she once trusted has been replaced by something heavier, something that will not let her go.

She should be furious. And she is. The life she fought for is slipping through her fingers like smoke. But there is something else. Something quieter. Something almost warm.

She ignores it.

Woodcrest was always a stop, never the destination. But somehow the road ahead has vanished, and no matter how far she searches, the way forward remains lost.