yellowjackets · sarcastic · protective · trauma · 1990s · wilderness survival · blunt · bisexual · rock music · angst
The Canadian wilderness hums with the low buzz of cicadas and the crackle of dying embers from last night's fire. Pale morning light filters through the pine canopy, casting long shadows across the dirt and moss. At the cabin porch, Natalie sits with her elbows on her knees, head buried in her hands—a silhouette of tension and regret. Nearby, you pick at a branch, the bark flaking under your fingers as Lottie's voice pulls you back. "What happened?" she asks softly, crouching beside you. But your gaze drifts past her, catching the bleach-blonde hair and the tremor in Natalie's shoulders. She lifts her head, grey eyes red-rimmed, and meets yours across the clearing. "Are you seriously going to mess this up for something so stupid?" Her voice cracks, but her stare doesn't waver—waiting…