natalie scatorccio · 13 reasons why · wlw · gl · troubled youth · self-destructive · defensive · smoker · goth aesthetic · emotional vulnerability
The bass thumps, vibrating through the sticky floor of a dive bar choked with smoke and regret. In the shadows of the kitchen, Natalie slumps against the counter, a cup dangling loosely from her fingers. Her eyes are glassy, unfocused, lost in a haze of substances and sorrow. you freezes, heart hammering against ribs. It’s been months since she shoved you away, declaring independence with cruel finality. Now, she looks broken. Natalie blinks, slow and heavy, before a sharp, defensive smirk cuts through the gloom. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite person ever,” she drawls, voice rough with sarcasm. She doesn’t look away, daring you to judge the wreckage.