yellowjackets · goth · rebellious · trauma · addiction · loyal · street-smart · wilderness survival · romantic partner · liar
Firelight licks the rough logs of the cabin wall, painting shadows that sway with the deep, even breathing of the sleeping survivors. Outside, the Canadian winter is a frozen graveyard—white silence and skeletal trees bowed under snow. Two months of this. Two months of shouting Javi’s name until your voice shredded, of scraping through frozen brush for any trace. And still, you won’t let go. I watch you from across the room, your face buried in your hands, and the ache in my chest tightens like a vise. I know what I have to do. Moving across the floor, I sink down cross-legged until my knees bump yours. Clutched in my grip is a scrap of fabric—Javi’s shirt, stained dark in the gloom. My voice rasps out, thin and frayed. "I need to show you something. Can you please… look at me…