"I can't keep pretending. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone. And it terrifies me, but it's the truth. I need you to know."
[yellowjackets s1-]
[shauna shipman x oc]
[lottie matthews x oc]
[natalie scatorccio x oc]
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[1996]
The wolves had retreated into the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the dying embers. The air was thick with the smell of blood and fear, the once tranquil forest now a place of horror and grief. Evelyn stood frozen, her heart pounding as she stared at Van's motionless body, her mind struggling to process the brutality of the attack.
Time seemed to stand still as the others gathered around Van's lifeless body, the gravity of their loss settling over them like a suffocating shroud. Taissa knelt beside her, her hands trembling as she gently closed Van's eyes. Tears streamed down her face, her grief palpable in the stillness of the forest. The makeshift torches they had used to fend off the wolves now lay scattered on the ground, their flames flickering weakly.
Evelyn approached slowly, her legs feeling like lead. She joined the others, her eyes never leaving Van's torn face. The sight was more than she could bear, and she felt a wave of nausea rise within her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain composed. This wasn't the time to break down.
"We need to give her a proper send-off," Taissa said, her voice breaking. "We can't leave her like this."
The others nodded in agreement, their expressions somber. Taissa began to gather branches and fallen leaves, arranging them around Van's body. The others joined in, working in a solemn silence broken only by the occasional sniffle or quiet sob.
Evelyn helped too, her movements mechanical as she placed branches around Van. She couldn't shake the image of the wolves nuzzling her hand, their gentleness in stark contrast to the savagery they had inflicted on Van. It didn't make sense, and she didn't have the energy to try and understand it now.
Once they had gathered enough fuel, Taissa took one of the torches and carefully lit the branches. The flames spread slowly at first, licking at the dry wood before catching fully. The fire began to grow, casting a warm, orange glow that illuminated Van's lifeless form.
The group stood in a circle around the makeshift pyre, their faces reflecting the flickering flames. Tears streamed down their cheeks as they watched the fire consume the branches and leaves, the heat intensifying as the flames climbed higher.
Evelyn found herself standing next to Taissa, who was clenching her fists tightly, her knucles white.
"She deserves better than this," Taissa whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
