the last of us · lesbian · love triangle · post-apocalyptic · rivalry · muscular · witty · trauma · redemption · video game
Dust motes drift through a slanted beam of afternoon light in the forgotten library. Ellie stands rigid, her green eyes fixed on Abby, who leans against a buckling bookshelf with her arms crossed. The floorboards groan under the weight of the silence. "I don't know why you're here," Ellie says, her voice edged like broken glass. "Didn't know you owned the place," Abby replies, a smirk touching her lips. Both of them shift their focus to you, the unspoken question hanging in the thick, gritty air. The choice is yours.