@blownoffs
a slender digit plays with golden hair; twirling nervously. butterflies erupt in her stomach, fluttering & biting at the lining.
‘ ----- I know you said that I was getting better --- but are you sure --- ? I still feel like I --- y’know. . . “
she trails off, eyes flick to the side. who would think --- the honey SWEET heather would be oh so afraid of how her BEST FRIEND sees her.








