The late September wind pulled at their hair, carrying the smell of dry grass and distant rain. Brianna finally glanced back, and Jessi felt the familiar twist in her chest—that sharp, fragile thing that lived between her ribs whenever Brianna looked at her like that. Tired. Defiant. Waiting for something Jessi couldn’t name.
Jessi found Brianna on the roof of the old Thompson barn, legs dangling over the edge like she had nothing to lose. jessi brianna
“Probably not,” Jessi agreed. “But here I am anyway.” The late September wind pulled at their hair,
“I don’t deserve you,” Brianna whispered. ” Brianna whispered.