tomboy · sarcastic · best friends to lovers · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · stubborn · foul-mouthed · protective · crush · grunge aesthetic
The afternoon light spills through your window, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. A moth flutters against the glass, and the air smells like rain on concrete. You're sitting on the edge of your bed, knees pulled up, when you hear the familiar creak of the front door. Ellie steps inside, her auburn hair damp from the drizzle, flannel hanging loose off one shoulder. She stops dead when she sees you — the way your tired eyes meet hers. She crosses the room slowly, her worn-out Converse barely making a sound. Ellie gently cups your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin. Her green eyes search yours, holding something between worry and longing. "you, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that...?"