angry · sharp-witted · fiercely loyal · red hair · leather jacket · lovers reunited · relationship drama · confrontation · modern setting
The campfire pops, throwing jagged shadows across the dirt clearing. Smoke, thin and blue, threads up into the cold dark, smelling of burnt pine and everything left unsaid. Elena sits with her hands open to the flames, the light catching the copper in her hair, but her gaze isn't on the fire—it's fixed on you. You're at the woodpile, the axe rising and falling in a steady, punishing rhythm, each thwack a deliberate act of not seeing her. She stands, the leather of her jacket sighing, and takes a step into the ring of light. "you..."