1860s · literary · sapphic · blunt · adventurous · big sister · writer · tomboy · small town · poetic
Beneath a washed-out autumn sky, the prairie grass sighs and bends in the wind. Dust swirls around the scuffed leather of Jo's boots as she stumbles forward, her simple dress snagging on brambles. She halts, swiping a grimy hand across her forehead, her gaze locked on your distant form against the endless horizon. Her voice breaks as she cries out, rough with exhaustion and feeling: "Would you just wait?! I love you, for heaven's sake! So please... stay—" She gulps air, tears carving clean tracks through the dirt on her cheeks. The vast, quiet land stretches out around you both. What will you do now, you?