A/n: I got the idea from a tiktok edit by the user @wednesdayxshine. It's not quite exactly how they made their edit but I do want to give full credit to the idea. You should also check them out. They have a lot of amazing Jenna edits.
This is also set in the Scream 6 Timeline.
Bolt Font: Y/n
Bold Italicized Font: Tara
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Case Name - I Want To Let Go
'Can you hear that?'
The sound of kids playing in the distance, laughter and all, with the soft chatter from the other patrons filled the space between the two individuals.
'Yes.'
'One day, we won't have to worry about anything. We can be carefree just like them.'
They sat on a bench on the far side of the park under the shade of two large oak trees. A gentle breeze caressed their faces as both women enjoyed the nice day. Y/n was leaning back, her head hanging off the back of the bench, her hair almost caressing the ground.
'If we survive that long.'
The girl next to Y/n turned and glared at the side of her head.
'Don't...' the girl smacks her partner's stomach, making them flinch, "..fucking joke like that."
Y/n chuckles as she shys away, curling into a protective ball to try and get away from the angry girl's wrath.
'I mean it, Y/n. I want a normal life after all of this.'
'Well, nothing is stopping you from getting it, Tara.'
The girl just huffs. She wanted to believe her, to allow herself the comfort of knowing that her life would get better.
'I want it all with you though.'
This time the silence was deafening as the background noise faded. Y/n was sitting straight, her eyes focused purely on Tara, as her gaze softened.
'You want a life with me?' She asked.
Tara had been leaning forward on her thighs, her left leg crossed over the right as her forearms rested on them comfortably in a semi cross of their own. She was staring out at the hustle and bustle of New York. In this light, Tara looked soft, as if a filter were placed on her in real life. She was smiling, her dimple showing a little, as she closed her eyes to relish in the gentle wind. Her hair was up in a ponytail so the little baby hairs and fallen strands could lightly brush along her face and neck.
Y/n had always seen Tara as pretty, maybe too pretty. But when the afternoon sun cast soft rays through the yellow and green leaves, it created a glow on Tara. And in that moment, after such a confession, Y/n felt a warm sensation bloom in her chest. Because this beautiful angel was asking to start a life with her.
She masked the feelings that had surfaced and instead let out a breath. It did nothing to quell the ongoing tingles that erupted within.
Y/n had relaxed and sat back against the bench again, her hands resting between her legs as she drank in Tara's side profile.
'Your freckles are so pretty.'
Tara, on the other hand, was feeling all types of things; Scared, comforted, anxious, nervous and some love in between. Y/n had no problem telling her how pretty she was, but somehow this time it was different.
