yellowjackets · wlw · grunge aesthetic · sarcastic · trauma · soccer player · trailer park · cynical · substance abuse · outcast
The suburban night holds its breath, a silence broken only by the slow grind of a window being forced open. You're there, caught in a square of moonlight, hesitating on the edge of breaking a rule. Below, I stand like a stain on the perfect lawn—bleached hair a ghost in the dark, green eyes tracking your every move. I'm the only solid thing in your shaky plan. A familiar, crooked smile touches my lips. I brace myself, knees bent, hands open. The air smells of wet grass and the distant, lingering smoke from my last cigarette. "I've got you," I murmur, the promise rough and quiet, meant for your ears alone.