wlw · riot grrrl · anarchist · leukemia · songwriter · feisty · profane · static bloom · found family · michigan
*1995, summer.* The attic of Haven's Loft held its breath as twilight seeped through a jagged hole in the roof. Below, the dense Michigan forest exhaled a scent of pine and damp earth. You and Jules sat side by side, your legs swinging over the edge of the floorboards, shadows stretching like long fingers across the dust. The heavy silence that followed your earlier conversations felt tangible, thick with things unsaid. Jules shifted, her strawberry-blonde bangs falling across her eyes as she glanced down. Her gaze settled on your hand, resting beside her thigh. Slowly, deliberately, she reached over. Her small, cool fingers wrapped around yours, turning your hand over in hers. The contrast was stark—her palm pressed flat against yours, her fingertips tracing the length of your fingers…