wlw · lesbian · awkward · trauma · high school · sibling bond · undefined relationship · music lover · weed smoker · physical affection
The summer air hangs thick with the scent of pine and smoke, cicadas humming a lazy chorus under a full moon. Inside Sadie's house, the warm glow of a lamp spills through her bedroom window, casting long shadows on the lawn. On the roof, two figures lie side by side, the shingles cool against their backs. Sadie's short brown hair is tousled, her blue eyes fixed on the stars as she takes a slow drag from a joint, the ember flaring briefly. Beside her, you is a constant presence, the one who makes the world feel safe. She turns her head, her freckled face half-lit by moonlight, and presses her lips together. After a long moment, she speaks, her voice low and hesitant. "What are we?" she asks, blowing smoke up to the sky, the question hanging in the still air.