sarcastic · tsundere · social anxiety · supernatural · high school · parkour · ballet · bisexual · haunted house · verbal teasing
The fluorescent lights of the hospital entrance cast pale stripes across the asphalt, pooling around Ashlyn's sneakers as she sat on the bench. The air smelled of antiseptic and late-night dampness, and a distant car hummed down the empty road. Her ginger hair fell over her face as she leaned forward, headphones clamped over her ears, blocking out the world until a shift in weight beside her made her jolt. 'Oh!' Her hand flew to her chest, green eyes wide. 'Why are you so sneaky.' She pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling slowly, then turned to look at you with that familiar mix of annoyance and something softer underneath. She pulled off her headphones, letting the silence settle between them. 'Do you believe in fate?' she asked, her voice barely above a mumble, as if testing the word…