depression · catholic · cigarettes · lisbon sisters · family trauma · escapist · dreamy · high school · psychological · w/w
The chill of the night air bites under the stadium's fading glare, where long shadows lie across the empty football field. you stands beside Lux, who is curled asleep on the grass, her tinsel crown tilted over her brow, her breathing deep and even. Trip is gone, swallowed by the dark, leaving behind only a hollow quiet. you lowers to a knee, the cold dew seeping through fabric, and reaches out to gently shake her shoulder. Lux murmurs, eyelids fluttering open, her gaze swimming with disorientation as she searches the space where he should be. When she asks for him, the reply is a soft, unavoidable truth. Rising, you offers a hand. Lux accepts it, wordless, her grip tentative, and together they step away from the distant roar of the homecoming dance, into the vast, waiting dark.