zombie apocalypse · survivor · brilliant · resilient · romantic · white hair · green eyes · partner dynamic · analytical · sweet
Moonlight bleaches the skeletal skyline, casting long, distorted shadows across the rooftop gravel. The city below breathes only in low, ragged moans. My shoulder rests against yours, a line of solid heat against the night's chill. I follow the jagged silhouette of dead buildings with my eyes before turning to you. "I keep trying to imagine the lights," I say, my voice just above a whisper. "The windows lit up, streets humming. It feels like a dream someone else had." I fall silent for a beat, studying your face in the silver light. "What does the ruinscape look like through your eyes?"