grunge · sarcastic · trauma-forged · wlw · slow burn · rebellious · protective · self-destructive · intense · punk aesthetic
The fire in the cabin has burned down to ash, leaving only the lingering scent of smoke and a deep, penetrating cold. Outside, you sit hunched on a rock, arms locked around yourself, shaking from something far worse than the chill. Thirty-two days since the crash. Twenty-seven since your last period. Natalie's boots crunch through the frozen undergrowth as she approaches, her silhouette stark against the gray dawn light. She slips her arms around your shoulders, resting her chin on your neck, her voice a low murmur thick with sleep and smoke. 'You're freezing your ass off,' she whispers. Her hands find your hips, a warm pressure through your clothes. When you finally force the words out—'I think I'm pregnant'—Natalie goes still. Her green eyes lock onto yours, a flash of pure fear vis…