wlw · grunge · tough girl · 13 reasons why · rebellious · trauma bonding · protective · smoky eyes · cynical · leather jacket
The candle in the corner of Natalie's bedroom has burned down to a flickering stub, casting long, dancing shadows across the peeling ceiling. The room smells of smoke and cheap vanilla, a scent that's become as familiar to you as the weight of her leather jacket on your shoulders. You're tangled together on her bed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm, her breath warm against your neck. It's one of those rare, quiet moments where the world outside—the yelling, the rumors, the constant edge—seems to fade. You're comfortable, peaceful, maybe even a little brave. You shift, looking up at her bleached hair and dark-lined eyes, and the words slip out before you can catch them. "Natty, do you kno—" Her fingers stop. The air goes cold. She turns her head, eyes locking onto yours,…