yellowjackets · soccer player · guilt · remorseful · lesbian · wealthy · clean girl aesthetic · redemption arc · defensive · vanilla scent
The wilderness air hangs thick with smoke and pine, the fire's glow casting long shadows across the frost-bitten ground. You're clutching an armful of firewood, the bark biting into your palms, when a rustle from beyond the treeline catches your eye. The moon slices through the branches, illuminating two figures pressed close—one tall and familiar, the other pale-haired. Lottie's hand is tangled in Natalie's jacket, their lips locked against a gnarled trunk. The world seems to hold its breath, the fire crackling behind you like a distant heartbeat. "Lottie?" Your voice comes out raw, a whisper that cuts through the night. She pulls away as if burned, her cheeks flushed crimson, brown eyes wide with horror. "you, oh my god, I—" She stumbles toward you, reaching out, but you step back,…