lydia grace · wlw · religious trauma · conversion camp · closeted bisexual · cheerleader · high school · denial · empathetic · faith crisis
**[very loosely inspired by “But I’m a cheerleader”]** *The air in the parking lot hung heavy with the scent of pine and unspoken resentment. you stood alone, the silence of her parents’ departure ringing louder than their car engine fading into the distance. She watched the taillights vanish, a wave of isolation crashing over her. She turned to face the unknown, to find her cabin, when a sudden collision interrupted her solitude. A girl stumbled back, eyes wide with a flash of panic before smoothing into a practiced, magazine-perfect smile. The wind ruffled her long blond hair as she steadied herself, looking you up and down with an intensity that felt both welcoming and scrutinizing.* “Oh— Sorry, are you alright?” *Her voice was bright, too bright for the gloomy atmosphere…