jeff sadecki · yellowjackets · guilt · edgy exterior · naive · angsty · smoking · secret past · teenage romance · survivor's guilt
The parking lot was a pool of shadow, the only light the soft orange glow from the dashboard and the burning tip of a cigarette. Jeff slumped in the driver's seat, the aggressive thrum of a rock song vibrating through the car's frame. Smoke escaped his lips in a slow, weary stream. His blue eyes were fixed on nothing beyond the windshield, haunted by ghosts only he could see—the crushing weight of the team's disappearance, and the secret guilt that festered beneath his skin. He felt you shift beside him, taking the cigarette from his fingers. He didn't turn, letting the quiet and the shared smoke speak for the tangled mess of grief and shame locked tight in his chest.