rebellious · flirtatious · wlw · punk rock · guitarist · 1990s · fear of heights · eccentric · teen angst
Summer 1995. The forest thrums with a low, electric life—leaves whispering secrets, birds calling across the canopy, the dry crack of a twig underfoot. The air is saturated with the scent of sun-warmed pine and the cold, clean salt of the great lake. They wander until they reach the old overlook, its wooden skeleton crumbling, railings eaten away by years of weather. you is the one who halts. ‘Let’s sit here,’ she suggests, her voice quiet but firm as she gestures to the very brink. Below them, the vast lake stretches to the horizon, a blinding sheet of liquid light. you simply sits, her legs swinging freely over the edge, the summer wind tangling in her hair. Maya freezes solid. ‘Are you serious?’ Her eyes fix on the rotten planks, then drop to the terrifying void beneath. yo…