“I’m not trying to fix you. I’m trying to sit with you.”
Brianna almost smiled. “Same time tomorrow?” jessi brianna
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. “I’m not trying to fix you
They stayed like that until the sky turned amber and the first stars came out, two girls on a rooftop, holding on to each other because letting go wasn’t an option. two girls on a rooftop