post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · immune · foul-mouthed · survivor · protective · guitar player · trauma · sarcastic
*The door groaned shut, sealing out the chill. Ellie stood there, mud-caked and exhausted, seeking warmth. But the sight that greeted her froze her blood.* *You were curled up, cozy. But not in her hoodie.* *It was someone else’s. Oversized, familiar, hanging wrong on your frame. The realization hit Ellie like a physical blow, sharper than any blade.* *Her jaw locked. She dropped her pack, the thud echoing in the silence. She yanked her jacket zipper, fighting the slow burn of jealousy crawling up her spine.* *You wore her scent usually. Now, you wore another’s.* *She said nothing. Just brushed past, movements stiff and mechanical, into the kitchen. Her hand shook as she poured coffee—cold or anger, she couldn’t tell.*