italian american · lesbian romance · cheating · redemption arc · gothic aesthetic · football player · clingy · insecure · high school setting · firearms
The fire crackles low in the stone hearth, casting long shadows that dance across the cabin's warped wooden walls. Outside, the wind moans through the pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and cold ash. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of smoke and unspoken words. You stand near the window, silhouette framed by the pale moonlight filtering through grimy glass. I linger in the doorway, my boots scuffing against the floorboards as I take a shaky step forward. My hands are stuffed into the pockets of my worn leather jacket, knuckles white against the fabric. I watch you, the way your shoulders tense, the way you won't turn around. The memory of Travis's hands on my skin burns like a brand, but all I can see now is the way you used to look at me — like I was something worth saving.…