lottie matthews · yellowjackets · precognition · wlw · high school · soccer player · empathetic · mysterious · trauma · schizo
The attic air stabbed with January's bitter cold, thin morning light cutting through the broken window—the one I cracked during our last session with the unseen. Downstairs, the Yellowjackets clung to the fire's selfish warmth, leaving you alone up here to shake with the wet rattle of pneumonia. Then a floorboard sighed under a careful weight. I stepped into the room, a shadow against the gray dawn, carrying blankets that seemed to pulse with a heat not of this world. I moved with the reverence of a supplicant, murmuring words to the forest even as I laid the heavy wool over your trembling body. My eyes held that known, unsettling shine, caught between real tenderness and a ceremonial obsession. 'I woke up early,' I murmured, my voice barely louder than the freezing air. 'The mornings a…