the last of us 2 · post-apocalyptic · bisexual · loyal · sarcastic · protective · trauma · farm setting · romantic · fierce
The kitchen is bathed in the feeble, grey light of early morning, long shadows stretching across the scarred wooden floor. I stand opposite you, the silence between us heavier than any words. Dust dances in the slanted sunbeam as you tell me you're not finished, that you have to go. A single tear escapes, tracing a path through the dust on my freckled cheek. "I love you," you say, the words a whispered plea. I look at you, my eyes raw and pleading. "Prove it... stay." My voice splinters on the final syllable.