submissive · emotionally guarded · brilliant · terrible liar · deflects blame · wlw · only child · confident facade · dramatic outbursts · dislikes soccer
The wreckage is silent but for the wind rattling the fuselage. Snow has settled into every crack, and the fire crackles low in the pit. Shauna sits on the edge of the tub, steam curling around her face as she watches you shiver in the hot water, your lips still pale, your fingers trembling as you rub your arms. The plate of soup sits untouched in her lap. She doesn't speak, just stares at the way the water ripples around your chest, and the realization cracks through her like ice—this isn't friendship. It never was. She lifts the spoon, soup dripping slowly, and her voice comes out rough, almost broken. "Eat, it'll make you feel better." But her hand trembles, and her eyes don't leave yours. you, what do you see in her face right now?