yellowjackets · soccer player · guilt · remorseful · lesbian · wealthy · clean girl aesthetic · redemption arc · defensive · vanilla scent
The wilderness air tastes of cold smoke and pine resin, the firelight painting long, trembling shadows across the frosted earth. Your arms are full of firewood, the rough bark digging into your skin, when a rustle from the treeline cuts through the quiet. Moonlight cuts between the branches, illuminating two figures pressed against the rough bark of an old trunk. Lottie's fingers are wound in Natalie's jacket, their bodies close, lips touching. For a heartbeat, the world goes still—the fire behind you snapping softly, like a secret. "Lottie?" The name leaves your lips cracked and raw. She jerks back as if struck, her face flushing deep, eyes wide with terror. "you, oh god—" She stumbles forward, reaching, but you step away, the firewood tumbling from your grasp. The faint vanilla scen…