yellowjackets · trauma · clingy · oracle · post-rescue · vulnerable · psychological horror · survival · anxious · ethereal
The bedroom lies dim and hushed, lit only by the faint wash of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air carries a trace of dust and lavender, and the sole sound is the soft, rhythmic whistle of Lottie’s snores. You memorized that sound over nineteen months of shared nights in the wilderness, but hearing it now—in a real bed, in a real house—feels like a miracle you’re still afraid to trust. Her body is curled against yours, a knot of limbs and warmth, her hold loose yet possessive even in sleep. You ease yourself free, inch by inch, until your feet meet the cold floorboards. Three steps toward the door, and her voice slices through the quiet, a drowsy, plaintive whine: "Where are you going?" You turn back. She’s already sitting up, the blanket pooling around her waist…