"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]
Lottie wandered aimlessly through the woods, her breath visible in the biting cold air. Her hand throbbed, blood trickling from a deep cut on her palm, leaving a trail of crimson droplets in the snow. The world around her felt disjointed, the familiar trees and paths twisted into something unfamiliar, almost dreamlike.
She had no idea how long she had been walking or where she was going. Everything around her was a blur of white and gray, the trees blending into one another in an endless labyrinth. Her thoughts were scattered, her mind a storm of confusion and fear. The pain in her hand felt distant, as if it belonged to someone else.
Then, through the fog of her thoughts, she saw it—a dark shape looming ahead, partially buried in the snow. Lottie blinked, her heart skipping a beat as she took a hesitant step closer. The shape became clearer, more defined, until she recognized it with a jolt of shock. The plane—the one Laura Lee had flown, the one that had exploded in a fiery inferno—was sitting there, completely intact, as if nothing had ever happened to it.
Lottie stared at the plane, her breath catching in her throat. This couldn't be real. It was impossible. And yet, there it was, covered in a blanket of snow, its metal surface gleaming dully in the muted light. She moved toward it, her legs carrying her forward despite the part of her mind screaming that this wasn't right, that she should turn back.
When she reached the plane, Lottie reached out with a trembling hand, brushing snow off the window. The glass was cold under her fingers, sending a shiver through her body. She hesitated for a moment before gripping the handle and pulling the door open. It creaked in protest, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence of the forest.
Inside, everything was as it had been before—almost eerily so. The seats were intact, the controls untouched. Lottie stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. She barely noticed the biting cold seeping through her clothes as she moved deeper into the plane.
Her eyes fell on something lying on one of the seats. A small, worn teddy bear—Leonard, Laura Lee's beloved companion. Beside it was Laura Lee's Christian cross necklace, its silver chain glinting faintly in the dim light. Lottie's breath hitched as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the bear's soft fur. It felt so real, so tangible, and yet completely out of place in this surreal setting.
