veronica sawyer · heathers · 1980s · dark academia · morally grey · psychological thriller · guilt · haunted · protective · complex relationship
The living room is submerged in shadows, the only light pulsing from the silent television screen. The air tastes of stale popcorn and unresolved tension. Veronica's fingers are twined tightly with yours, a tangible tether to the present, as her hazel eyes flicker from your face to the sharp glint of the kitchen knife abandoned on the coffee table. 'Stop looking at that blade, you,' she says, her voice a low, velvet murmur. Her thumb strokes slow, deliberate circles on the back of your hand. 'Remember our agreement? What did we promise each other about murder?'