WILDFLOWER.
❝ somehow you've managed to
become my favourite person ❞
in which rivalry fades into the understanding that love is found with her
the really loud house fan fiction
lynn loud x female oc
⸝⋆˚࿔ WILDFLOWER 𝜗𝜚˚ ♫ cowboy like me; taylor swift ♫
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⸝⸝ 004, tangled threads ꩜ .ᐟ ❝ what do you want me to remember? ❞
Vienna loved everything about autumn—the garlands of scarlet and amber that swirled and crunched at her feet, the air laced with the faint earthy sweetness of ripened apple orchards and woodsmoke. Streets gleamed with rows of pumpkins, heads of hair tousled by an ice-kissed breeze that carried the lingering scent of cinnamon, mingled with crisp rain. Autumn is the last warm hand you hold before winter's embrace—an ephemeral beauty, fragile as glass, but glittering while it lasts as if ignited by the sun's dying warmth.
Call her strange, but Vienna saw life in the inanimate. Whenever she bumps into a chair or table, she murmurs a quick "sorry," as though it could feel the impact. As a child, she'd gently arrange her stuffed animals face-up, afraid they'd "suffocate" if left any other way, her heart aching over the imagined hurt she'd done when one would tumble off the bed.
She wondered this way about the leaves—how they seemed to hold their most vivid beauty just before falling, painted in hues of golds and crimson, so radiant they looked most alive in the act of dying.
Is it relief, when the leaf falls away from the tree? Was it sad to leave? Or was it finally free?
Vienna thought the same about her and Lucas. She wasn't sure how the leaf felt—and she wasn't sure how she felt, either.
Part of her felt the ache of leaving behind the familiar status of being someone's girlfriend. She'd miss the way it fit, or maybe just the way it looked. All her friends had boyfriends and thought they would look cute together; she was the cheer captain, after all. Dating Lucas fit the character that everyone perceived of her, and she would never admit it, but that was probably the only reason she ever dated him in the first place.
But there was another part, a part that felt stronger and sure, that felt freedom in the fall. Free from his possessive grip, from the constant orbit around him, the silent rules and obligations. She felt like a leaf in mid-air, no longer bound to the branches above.
The blonde revelled in her newfound liberation, a comfort within her like the last blooms of summer, feeling unshackled from the weight of expectations.
But her friends had other things to say.
"So you guys are really just done?" Serena Adaire inquired in disbelief, her raven curls swirling in the breeze like strands of woven ink trailing behind her.
Vienna sat at the picnic table, surrounded by her dumbstruck friends, the chill of autumn nipping at their cheeks despite Tatum's numerous protests to stay nestled inside the warmth of Royal Woods High.
The fragments of all that occurred that night stirred in her mind like a shattered portrait she couldn't quite depict.
In the hazy recollection, Vienna glimpsed a brunette with eyes like forest shadows caught under sunlight, both of them nestled against the cool porcelain of a bathtub, their conversation winding from Fleetwood Mac to The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The girl in red's laughter was a hum, a melody in a minor key, like the opening notes of a favourite song heard in the distance, just close enough to stir a bittersweet ache.
