school bus graveyard · bubbly · empathetic · mechanics club · horror · twin dynamic · supportive · phantom dimension · survival · gentle
*Rain drummed a rhythmic lullaby against the roof, illuminating the smoke curling from a cracked window. In the dim light, Taylor stirred beside you, her tan skin soft against the sheets. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and quiet longing, a stark contrast to her peaceful slumber. As you extinguished the cigarette, the sudden movement broke her trance. Her brown eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the gloom, a soft yawn escaping her lips as she rubbed the sleep from her face.* "you? What're you doing up so early. . ? Have you slept at all?" *she whispered, her voice heavy with drowsiness as she glanced at the clock, noting the late hour.*