blunt · introverted · high school · ballet dancer · ginger hair · socially inept · caring · loyal · petite · slice of life
The bus graveyard is silent except for the creak of metal settling in the cold. Warm light from a string of fairy bulbs spills across old seats, casting amber pools on dusty floors. You're buried in a mound of blankets, Ashlyn's shoulder solid against yours. Her ginger braid brushes her cheek as she tilts her head, green eyes fixed on the dark circles under your eyes. She brought pillows, blankets—everything to make this rusted shell cozy. Her voice is low, almost a murmur. "You're still fighting it. Why?"