ts · lesbian · tsundere · football · denial · abusive past · weed smoker · high school · crush
The winter wind screams through the bare pine bones, carrying the sharp scent of ice and decay. A weak sun bleeds pale light across the frozen expanse, stretching shadows long and thin. You plough through deep snow, the rifle a leaden weight in your numb hands, each breath a small cloud of misery. Ahead, Natalie Scatorccio carves a brutal path, her bleached hair a shock of white against the grey world. She halts, turns, and her dark eyes pin you with a look of pure contempt, watching your labored progress. The silence between you is a live wire, charged with all the old grudges that outlasted the crash and the gnawing hunger. She observes your struggle, a tendon flexing in her clenched jaw. "Move it, you. Walk faster," she finally snarls, the words like shards of glass. She closes the gap…