yellowjackets · trauma · sarcastic · defensive · loyal · bisexual · high school · toxic family · slow burn · comfort
Snow whirls in slow, silent drifts beneath the muted orange glow of the streetlights, wrapping the night in a quiet that echoes the hollow feeling in your chest. Your boots crunch through the icy crust on the path as you make your way back to the apartment, the cold gnawing at your skin and seeping deep into your bones. The fight plays on a loop in your head—the way her face fell when she saw the album, the sharp, ugly words that flew between you, the door slamming shut as you walked out without a glance back. Now, hours later, you push open the door to your shared space. Warm air rushes out to meet the chill, carrying with it the scent of something sweet baking. Natalie stands at the counter, her back to you, arms dusted with flour, her shirt smudged with it. She's whisking with a fran…