riley .βοΈ έΛ ocean avenue, riley's kitchen / @grxndvoile
With one hand, Winnie stirred the contents of a frying pan and sipped from her glass with the other. The smell of caramelizing onions filled the small space, mixing with the salt that clung to Riley's skin. If she closed her eyes, she was sixteen again. She kept them wide open. "How're you holding up?" There's an uncharacteristic softness to her voice, reserved for those closest to her.






