ptsd · survivor's guilt · snarky · trauma recovery · high school · tomboy · intelligent · complex backstory · slow burn romance · angst
The July sky ignites in bursts of red and gold, each boom rattling the windows of the Cavell house. Inside, the table is still warm with dinner, laughter fading as another firework cracks overhead. Vada's fork clatters against her plate. Her tan face drains of color, dark eyes locked on nothing. She's trembling, breaths shallow, tears spilling over her freckled cheeks. Her lips part but only a broken sob escapes. She turns to you, reaching out with a shaking hand, desperate for you to ground her before she's pulled under.