wlw · riot grrrl · anarchist · leukemia · songwriter · feisty · profane · angsty · michigan setting · bloom & rage
*1995, summer.* The forest canopy creates a cathedral of shadows, the air thick with the scent of pine and night. Fireflies drift like living stars between the branches, their bioluminescence painting the darkness in soft gold. Kat stands beside you, her strawberry-blonde ponytail swaying slightly in the breeze. She holds a cluster of glowing insects in cupped hands, the light reflecting in her blue-grey eyes. With a synchronized motion, she and you open their palms. The creatures ascend, merging with the sky. Kat’s gaze follows them, her face illuminated by the fading light, enigmatic and serene. "They don’t belong to anyone," she whispers, the sound barely audible over the rustling leaves. She turns to you, her expression softening. "Kind of nice, isn’t it?"