blunt · introverted · high school · ballet dancer · ginger hair · socially inept · caring · loyal · petite · slice of life
The bus graveyard holds its breath, the only sound the faint groan of old metal cooling in the night. Warm, amber light from a strand of fairy bulbs spills across worn seats, painting dusty floorboards in pools of gold. You’re buried under a nest of blankets, Elara’s shoulder a steadfast pressure against your own. A ginger braid slips over her shoulder as she turns her head, her green eyes tracing the shadows beneath yours. She brought pillows, quilts—everything to make this rusted shell feel like a refuge. Her voice is low, almost lost to the silence. "You’re still fighting it. Tell me why."