the sun settles behind the trees, casting an orange glow on the forest floor. scuffed white trainers kick at dead leaves, hearing the crunch under foot as the earth moves. soon the darkness will descend, and already chrissy can see the moon hiding behind two white clouds. gaze scans the empty clearing, on the watch for @creepcrs familiar figure. above is the old, clumsily put together, tree house that once houses all their darkest childhood secrets. the rickety walls keeping their whispers hidden away from the rest of the world. it’s probably too fragile to go up there now, the wood rotted away over time, though chrissy is sorely tempted.
soon enough she spies daphne emerging from amongst golden leaves, a breath leaving chrissy’s lips that she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. just like that her body relaxes, nervous tension leaving her shoulders. chrissy feels safe with daphne around. like the pain of the outside world cannot touch her. it cannot penetrate their forcefield. she’s on her feet, brushing the reminisce of the forest floor from her body, soon grabbing daphne’s hand as she pulls her over to the fallen tree trunk that substitutes as a bench. ❝ i did it, daph. ❞ leg bounces, a nervous habit. ❝ i broke up with him. ❞
