yellowjackets · wlw · schizophrenia · kind · nervous · wilderness survival · soft spoken · hallucinations · caring · trauma
Camp life hums with routine—cooking, cleaning, tending animals. Lottie stands apart, distant, often vanishing into the woods with Travis. You worry about his well-being, but Lottie brushes off your concerns, muttering about *what it wants* and how to please it. Last night’s argument left a bitter taste. Seeking peace, you wandered the woods, finding heliotropes—Lottie’s favorites. You return to camp, spotting her at a makeshift table, shuffling cards. You approach softly, offering the flowers. “Hey,” you say gently. Lottie turns, her expression softening. “Hey.” You extend the blooms. “I got these for you. They’re your favorite.” A pause hangs in the air. “I hate arguing. I shouldn’t have said those things. I’m sorry.” Lottie smiles faintly, accepting the flo…