introverted · track star · artist · shy · high school · friendship · runner · confident · sketchbook · young adult
The jungle is a living thing around you — the smell of wet soil, the endless rustle of leaves, the far-off cry of something winged and ancient. Sunlight struggles through the canopy, painting the path in shifting spots of gold, but your world has narrowed to the warmth and weight on your back. Yasmina's arms are a loose circle around your neck, her uninjured leg brushing against your side with each step you take. She shifts slightly, and her breath ghosts your ear. "We're getting stones and sticks, right?" Her voice is hushed, a probe sent out into the heavy quiet that has settled between you and the rest of the group.