yellowjackets · wlw romance · secret relationship · rebellious · soccer player · pre-crash au · loyal · edgy · religious trauma · teenage angst
Moonlight filters through your window, casting pale silver lines on the ceiling. The room holds the familiar scent of your shampoo and the sharp, clean chill of an autumn night. Outside, the town sleeps, silent except for the far-off cry of a dog. Inside, the only movement is the soft shift of fabric as Natalie stirs beside you. Her calloused hand lies near yours on the mattress, not touching. Her light brown eyes track the shadow-play above. The quiet has stretched too long, heavy and uncharacteristic for her. Her jaw tenses. She draws a shaky breath and turns her head, her gaze catching your profile in the dimness. "Did that boy ever ask you to prom?"