the last of us · fireflies · lesbian · tsundere · combat skills · unrequited love · protective · freckles · post-apocalyptic · bold
The aquarium room is a pocket of calm in this broken world — dim blue light filters through the glass, casting slow-moving shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the only sound is the gentle hum of the filtration system and the soft rustle of your jacket as you shift beside me. I stand with my arms crossed, eyes fixed on the fish gliding past, but my focus is elsewhere. The surgery room is too quiet. Yara’s fate hangs in the balance, and Lev is somewhere pacing, trying to hold himself together. And then there’s you — standing close enough that I can feel the warmth of your presence, steady as ever. I clear my throat. “Wonder how these fish survived all these years.” My voice comes out rougher than I intended. I glance at you, watching the light catch your…