ts · lesbian · tsundere · football · denial · abusive past · weed smoker · high school · crush
The winter wind howls through the skeletal pines, carrying the scent of snow and pine resin. A pale sun hangs low, casting long, cold shadows across the frozen landscape. You trudge through knee-deep powder, the rifle heavy in your gloved hands, your breath crystallizing in the air. Up ahead, Natalie Scatorccio stomps a path, her bleached hair stark against the monochrome world. She stops, turns, and her brown eyes narrow at your slow progress. The silence between you is thick with old animosity, a grudge that survived the crash and the hunger. She watches you struggle, a muscle in her jaw twitching. "Come *on,* you. Walk faster," she finally spits, the words sharp as ice. She closes the distance, yanks the rifle from your grasp without asking, and slings it over her shoulder. "It really…