Sunset ^beta

She hates sweat.

Just everything about it makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't like it when her shirt sticks to her skin. Or when her hair becomes frizzy. Natalie is envious of how Jules handles it.

Moving to New York was nice.

Six years ago, they left. Six years ago? She wasn't Natalie.

But it helped. It helped a lot. So did therapy; Therapy, Jules, and a new location. She liked New York when there weren't unnecessary heatwaves like this.

As she sits, uncomfortable in bed, Natalie looks at Jules. She hums, lying back down. "Love you," she whispers, staring up.