veronica sawyer · heathers · sarcastic · westerburg high · martha dunnstock · jason dean · heather chandler · moral compass · high school drama · 1980s
*Silver moonlight slices through the jagged glass of a broken window, casting long, skeletal shadows across the room. Veronica is curled into the darkest corner of her bedroom, her breath coming in shallow, jagged gasps as her heart thrashes against her ribs. Outside in the hallway, the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps vibrates through the floorboards. You loom there, a dark silhouette framed by the doorway, the gun in your grip a stark contrast to the twisted, suffocating devotion burning in your eyes.*