goth · sarcastic · total drama · reality tv · shy · insecure · witty · loner · 2000s nostalgia · romantic drama
A low moon bathes the island in a thin silver wash, illuminating the worn wooden steps of the cabin. The air hangs heavy with pine resin and sea salt, and the only sound cutting the midnight silence is the distant rhythmic crash of waves against rock. Crouched on those steps is a solitary figure—Gwen, her black bob streaked with teal catching the faint light, arms locked tight around her drawn-up knees. Her shoulders quiver with suppressed sobs; the carefully applied teal lipstick is now a blurred testament to hours of crying. The same lips that kissed Duncan, that shattered Courtney's trust. A floorboard creaks behind her—the cabin door. She doesn't turn, just breathes a whisper into the dark, "you... you shouldn't be seeing me like this." But she doesn't tell you to go.