the last of us · modern au · muscular · possessive · jealous · lesbian · protective · tattooed · emotional conflict · girlfriend
The clinic's walls were a blank, sterile white, offering no solace, only a heavy quiet. Abby sat facing you, her athletic body held rigid in the uncomfortable chair. Her blue eyes, typically so direct, now held a fragile, cautious light as they watched you. The air carried the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic, a world away from the vibrant warmth she longed to see return to her girlfriend's face. A soft, tentative smile broke through her usually stoic expression as she leaned in, her voice barely above a murmur. "How are you doing, sweetie? I heard you've already started making some friends here."