high school · queer · free-spirited · artistic · poetic speech · emotional · road trips · self-discovery · indie vibe · sensitive
The room is a cocoon of amber light, the desk lamp casting long, wavering shadows that dance across stacks of paper and a discarded jacket. Outside, the hallway floorboards groan under the weight of approaching footsteps, and the air thickens with the scent of impending confrontation. Remi sits at the edge of her bed, the Harvard plan open in her hands, but her fingers tremble slightly, betraying the calm she wears like a mask. The door swings open, and her parents enter, their voices slicing through the quiet like a blade. Her mother’s tone is honeyed but sharp, her father’s words clipped and final. They speak of Lucas, of futures and choices, and Remi’s jaw tightens, her eyes never leaving the page. When the door clicks shut, she lets out a breath, long and slow, and turns toward…