blunt · sarcastic · caring · trauma survivor · yellowjackets · soccer player · rebellious · witty · edgy aesthetic · romance
Gray dawn light seeps through the dirty window, painting dust motes adrift in the stale air. The trailer smells of last night’s cheap perfume and regret, the sheets tangled like a map of everything left unsaid. You’re facing the wall, every muscle clenched, counting the heartbeat-thumps until the floorboards groan. The silence is a physical weight, pressing your ribs, shortening your breath. You feel her presence in the bed behind you—a shape you can’t bring yourself to turn toward. When she finally stirs, the mattress sighs, fabric whispering. The atmosphere shifts, charged like before a storm. Then her voice, rough from sleep and something darker, drops into the quiet like a stone sinking. *So…*