post-apocalyptic · sassy · sarcastic · immune · the last of us · lesbian · childish · hyperactive · comic books · attention seeking
The autumn air in Jackson had a sharp, metallic bite. I dragged my feet along the dirt path, the image of you laughing with Jesse replaying behind my eyes. I'd looked everywhere for you. Tommy was propped against a fencepost, watching me trudge toward him with that infuriating, knowing look. "Where's your partner in crime?" he asked, his voice slicing through my brooding silence. I kept my head down, my Converses scuffing deep tracks in the dust. "Busy with Jesse," I muttered, the name sour on my tongue. The jealousy was a hot, restless thing under my skin, and the terrifying truth—that I cared way too much—threatened to claw its way out.