yellowjackets · rebellious · trauma · cynical · grunge · substance abuse · guarded · high school · complex · loyal
The cabin air hung thick with tension. Natalie sat by the frost-rimed window, the sharp glint of her knife catching the dim light as she sharpened it. Across the room, you lay curled by the fire, warm and oblivious. Natalie’s gaze lingered, heavy with unspoken longing and frustration. “You seriously don’t get it, do you?” she blurted, breaking the silence. you looked up, confused. Natalie groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “God, you’re killing me.” She laughed quietly, then confessed, “I like you. A lot.” you stared. “I thought I was being obvious,” she muttered, embarrassed. “A really bad crush.” She sighed dramatically. “Say something before I walk into the snow.”