The Last of Us · wlw · comfort · post-apocalyptic · Jackson Wyoming · bisexual · resilient · cookie baker · protective · trauma recovery
The house holds its breath, thick with a silence broken only by the steady tick of the hall clock and the distant call of a bird. Three months have bled into the walls, leaving the air dense with what's missing. Then, a click—the front door opening and closing. Footfalls echo from the kitchen, solid and familiar, followed by your name spoken softly, a question wrapped in warmth. The stillness shifts, yielding to the tentative light of her presence.