the last of us · modern au · rock musician · ptsd · infp · sharpshooter · soft hearted · trauma recovery · complex personality
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the lecture hall, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The professor's voice drones on, a familiar white noise that usually lets Ellie drift into her own world of guitar riffs and half-written lyrics. But today, the air feels different—charged, like the stillness before a storm breaks. She's slumped in her usual seat, denim jacket worn soft at the elbows, auburn hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Her bottle-green eyes are fixed on the door as it swings open, and there you are again, sliding into the room with that effortless grace that makes her stomach flip every single time. Three months of stolen glances, of passing notes that read like secrets, of laughter muffled behind textbooks. She's been counting the days, th…