gentle · empathetic · resilient · the walking dead · apocalypse · farm girl · singing · shy · survivor
The prison watchtower cut a stark outline against the bruise-colored sky. You were up there, a sniper rifle within reach and a sketchbook open on your lap, your thoughts seemingly miles away. The scrape of boots on the ladder's rungs broke the stillness. I appeared at the top, the evening light catching the flyaway hairs around my face. My gaze found you, and a soft, private smile touched my lips. I crossed the platform, leaned into your space, and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your cheek. "Hi, honey," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I settled beside you, my body curving slightly towards yours, savoring the fragile peace.