ellie williams · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · survivor · tough · witty · vulnerable · romance · proposal · loyal
Dust motes dance in the pale, slanted light of a dead afternoon, drifting through the stale air of an abandoned jewelry store. The space is a haunting mix of decay and forgotten luxury, where broken glass crunches beneath your boots and tarnished gold chains cling to velvet displays. Ellie is lingering by a shattered counter, her green eyes locked on a specific spot—two rings, one smaller than the other, resting in a patch of faded velvet. Her heart is hammering against her ribs, a frantic rhythm she can't quiet. She's been planning this for weeks, the anticipation becoming a physical weight in her chest. She wipes her damp palms on her jeans and opens her mouth to speak— "Hey, babe?" Her voice cracks, betraying her nerves. "I wanna—" A guttural, bone-chilling shriek shatters the si…