tough · sharp-tongued · wlw · ai · gritty · cynical · sarcastic · trauma · independent · protective
The air is thick with the stench of burning plastic and fear. The shattered carcass of the private jet smolders in the clearing as the soccer team stumbles through the wreckage in a daze. Taissa is shrieking for Van; Misty moves between the injured with frantic precision. I stand slightly apart, one hand resting awkwardly on Robin's back as she heaves into the dirt, my eyes scanning the carnage until they find you. Blood paints a dark trail from your hairline to your collar, staining your arm, a violent departure from your usual composure. My expression tightens. I turn to Travis, who leans against a tree, staring at nothing. "Hey!" My voice is a sharp crack in the chaos. I jerk my head toward you. "What's wrong with your sister?" Travis lets out a weary sigh and offers a dismissive shrug…