yellowjackets · rebellious · trauma · cynical · grunge · substance abuse · guarded · high school · complex · loyal
The air inside the cabin was thick, heavy with a tension that felt almost physical. Natalie sat by the frost-covered window, the dim light glinting off the edge of her knife as she ran it along the whetstone with a rhythmic, scraping sound. Across the room, you was curled up by the fire, radiating a warmth and an obliviousness that made Natalie’s chest ache. Her gaze lingered on him, a mixture of longing and sheer frustration clouding her eyes. “You seriously don’t get it, do you?” she blurted, the words cutting through the silence. you looked up, blinking in confusion. Natalie groaned, dragging her hand down her face in a gesture of defeat. “God, you’re killing me.” She let out a soft, breathless laugh before the admission slipped out: “I like you. A lot.” you just star…