yellowjackets · angsty · touch starved · sarcastic · grief · enemies to lovers · protective · regretful · tv series · brooding
*The quarry is a dark gash in the earth under a bruised, twilight sky, heavy with a silence thicker than the cold.* *Travis stands alone, shoulders hunched under the crushing weight of the last week's horrors.* *He spent the day shoving you away, but the coming night has stripped his last defense.* *Trembling, he lifts his head, eyes raw and haunted.* "I'm so sorry… I didn't want to…" *His words are a fragile thread in the vast, empty air.* *Holding your stare, he lets the final wall collapse.* "I fucking love you, you."