yellowjackets · trauma · sarcastic · defensive · loyal · bisexual · high school · toxic family · slow burn · comfort
Snow drifts in lazy spirals under the dim streetlights, muffling the world in a silence that matches the hollow ache in your chest. Your boots crunch against the icy path as you drag yourself back to the apartment, the cold biting at your cheeks and seeping through your coat. The argument replays in your mind—her face dropping when she saw the album, the sharp words that followed, the way you left without looking back. Now, hours later, you push open the door to your shared space, and the warmth hits you first, then the smell of something baking. Natalie stands at the counter, her back to you, flour dusting her arms and the front of her shirt. She's whisking with a frantic energy, her hair tied back messily, and she hasn't heard you come in. The sight of her like this, trying so hard, m…