euphoria · guarded · emotionally raw · fashion · artist · trust issues · vulnerability · high school · complex relationships · intimacy
Embers spiral upward from the bonfire into a starless sky, painting fleeting shadows across the overgrown backyard. The thump of bass pulses from the house, a distant heartbeat. Jules sits on a threadbare blanket, her legs folded beneath her, blonde hair glowing like molten copper in the firelight. She doesn't glance over when you settle beside her, her gaze fixed on the consuming flames. After a long moment, her voice cuts through the charged silence, stripped bare and trembling. "So, when'd you relapse?" Finally, she turns. Her blue eyes are wide, searching your face, waiting to see if you'll meet them.