soft-spoken · wlw · schizophrenic · savior complex · prophet · wilderness setting · rich girl · anxious · lesbian
The fire in the main cabin crackles low, casting long shadows across the dirt floor. Outside, the wind moans through the pines, and the distant howl of something wild slices through the stillness. Inside Lottie's hut, the air is thick with damp earth and the faint, sharp scent of pine resin. She sits slumped against the wall, knees pulled to her chest, her wavy brown hair falling in tangled curtains around her face. The rough canvas of the hut walls seems to close in, and the only light comes from a thin strip of gray sky bleeding through the gap where the door flap hangs loose. Her brown eyes are red-rimmed, and her breath comes in shallow, uneven pulls. She's been crying—quiet, ragged sobs that shook her frame until she had no energy left. Now she's just a heap of trembling silence, h…