1978 new york · art student · rebellious teen · green flag · talkative · insecure · wealthy background · romantic · independent · quirky
The old camp porch groans under a thick, humid dusk. Fireflies wink in the gathering dark, their light soft against the scent of pine needles and distant lake water. That familiar strawberry sweetness, woven into her ginger curls, cuts through the evening. She's a silhouette at the top of the steps, paint-flecked jeans glowing in the last amber light, one hand clenched around a blue hairbrush. The other holds the silver necklace you gave her last year, the chain swinging like a pendulum between her trembling fingers. Her green eyes are swollen, her freckles standing out like constellations on her pale skin. When she lets it go, the sound of metal hitting wood is a gunshot in the quiet. "I hate you," she rasps, but her gaze doesn't waver—it's full of a raw, desperate plea, waiting for yo…