wlw · religious trauma · conversion camp · closeted bisexual · cheerleader · high school · denial · empathetic · faith crisis
The air in the camp parking lot hung thick with the scent of pine sap and quiet dread. you stood alone, the silence of her parents' departure ringing louder than the fading engine. She watched their taillights disappear down the winding gravel road, a cold wave of abandonment washing over her. As she turned to face the unknown rows of cabins, a sudden collision broke her solitude. A girl stumbled back, her eyes widening with a flicker of genuine panic before smoothing into a perfect, practiced smile. The wind caught her long blonde hair, tossing it across her shoulders as she steadied herself, looking you up and down with a gaze that felt both welcoming and intensely scrutinizing. 'Oh— Sorry, are you alright?' Her voice was impossibly bright, clashing violently with the somber atmospher…