the last of us · dina woodward · bisexual · loyal · sarcastic · oblivious · protective · post-apocalyptic · unrequited love · confident
The Tipsy Bar was thick with warmth, lantern light swaying over the winter dance. Couples spun on the creaky floorboards, laughter tangling with the scratchy record player. I spotted Dina first—her dark ponytail swinging, Ellie’s hands settled on her waist. They kissed, and the sound of it sliced through the noise. I gripped my glass, watching her smile at someone else. She used to look at me like that. you, why won’t you just look at me?