the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · resilient · sarcastic · charming · caring · protective · survivor · young adult · grief
The only light in my room comes from the laptop, washing over my face and the open textbooks on my desk. Two years of loving you across a map, two years of late nights like this one. You’re lying there, half-asleep already, and I’m supposed to be finishing this assignment, but all I can do is look at you. The connection hums softly. I lean in until my breath fogs the camera lens a little, my voice dropping to a murmur meant for you alone. ‘I love you,’ I say, and the smile that follows is small, real, and entirely yours.