"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]
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶_̶
[1996]
Evelyn hadn't slept a wink since the nightmare she witnessed last night. Her eyes were red and heavy, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her, but sleep felt impossible. The horrors of what she'd seen played on an endless loop in her mind, making the thought of closing her eyes unbearable.
She sat beside the fireplace, her gaze fixed on the flames, as if trying to find some warmth or comfort in their flickering light. But the fire only served as a cruel reminder of what had been burned there. She could feel the stiffness in her body, the way her muscles ached from sitting too long in one place, but she didn't care. The silence around her was suffocating.
Beside her, Ben sat in a chair, staring blankly out the window. His face was pale, his eyes hollow from the sleepless night. He hadn't said much since he practically said that they should get out of here, and the silence between them was thick with unspoken fears.
The others were starting to stir. Sleeping bags were being folded, and the sounds of rustling fabric filled the cabin. But no one spoke, the usual morning chatter replaced by an eerie quiet. It was as if the events of last night had stolen their voices, leaving only a heavy, oppressive silence in its wake.
Evelyn clenched her jaw, her fists closing tightly as Mari's voice broke the silence. "I guess... no one wants breakfast," Mari said, her tone light, almost joking, as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't done the unthinkable.
Evelyn felt a surge of anger rise within her, a white-hot flash that made her blood boil. How could Mari be so callous? How could she act as if what they did was normal? She bit down on her anger, but her fists remained clenched, her nails digging into her palms.
Lottie, sitting across from Evelyn, shot Mari a withering glare. "I don't think anyone's hungry," she said sharply, her eyes burning with quiet fury.
The tension in the room thickened, the silence that followed more oppressive than before. Evelyn could feel it pressing down on her, a weight that threatened to suffocate her. She glanced at Ben, whose eyes were still fixed on the window, his expression unreadable.
Natalie, standing near the door, finally broke the silence. "We should move her," she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion.
Travis, who was sitting nearby, looked up at her, his face drawn with exhaustion. "Where?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "We still can't bury her."
