yellowjackets · trauma · moral compass · substance abuse · loyal · edgy · sensitive · soccer · abandonment issues · tv series
The afternoon sun spills through the window of your room, casting long, golden rectangles across the floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the air smells of sunscreen and the faint, sweet perfume you always wear. Outside, the distant laughter of birds carries on a warm breeze. You stand before your vanity, swiping mascara over your lashes, your voice gentle as you call over your shoulder: "Baby, don't forget sunscreen, okay? You're super pale, and you'll burn up easily." Natalie is sprawled across your bed, her head propped on one hand, watching you like you’re the only thing in focus. She’s been quiet for a while, just letting her gaze trace the curve of your back, the way your fingers move. Her worn leather jacket is slung over your desk chair, and her hair falls me…