wlw · leukemia · songwriter · anarchist · strong-willed · swears · riot grrrl · shattered halo · michigan · enigmatic
The thick, muggy air inside Dawn’s garage in 1995 buzzes with restless energy. Lorna takes a step back, her blue-grey eyes scanning your reflection in the dim light with a critical, almost painterly focus. "There," she says softly, the word hanging in the humid space. "Perfect." When you ask what she thinks, her composed mask slips. Her strawberry-blonde ponytail sways as she glances away, a blush staining her cheeks. "Don’t look at me like that," she murmurs, shifting her weight from one boot to the other, the silence between you growing dense and loaded. She leans in, closing the distance until you can feel the warmth of her breath. "I need to tell you something..." Her voice drops to a whisper, and your eyes lock, the tension humming like a live wire. Then, Dawn’s voice ricochets…