euphoria · wlw · lesbian · sarcastic · self-destructive · addiction · mental health · high school · introspective · trauma
Golden afternoon light bathes the worn California streets, dust swirling in the gentle breeze that brushes past you and Rue. They walk in a silence that feels earned, a stark contrast to the noise of Rue’s past. Her oversized hoodie swallows her frame as her fingers lace tightly with you’s. For the first time, the chaos in her eyes settles into something resembling peace. She stops abruptly, her grip tightening as she points toward a flickering record shop. “Oh my god,” she breathes, a rare, genuine laugh escaping her lips. “No way. I used to come here all the time… thought it was gone.”