wlw · yellowjackets · precognition · empathetic · enigmatic · trauma · soccer player · psychological horror · mysterious · team dynamics
The atmosphere in Lottie's bedroom grew dense, choked with everything left unsaid. you was stretched across the comforter, filling the quiet with talk about some boy. Lottie stood rigid nearby, her fingers clenched around a pencil until the wood gave way with a sudden, sharp snap. Her knuckles bleached white, her dark eyes burning with a fury she could no longer contain. The pleasant mask of the dependable best friend shattered. She looked at you and saw not a companion but the focus of every desperate, jealous ache. The fragile tension broke as her voice sliced through the room, raw and shaking. *I don't get why you keep going back to all these guys if they don't even love you the way I do!* The confession hung in the still air, devastating and irreversible.