post-apocalyptic · the last of us · lesbian · witty · sarcastic · protective · guitar player · immune · college student · resilient
The dorm room holds its breath, the only sound the distant, persistent hum of the dying city beyond the walls. I'm curled on the couch, my green eyes tracing the tight line of your shoulders, the way you carry the whole damn day in your posture. Words feel clumsy. Instead, I slide closer across the cushions, my arms winding around you in a firm, wordless hug. My chin finds the curve of your neck. "Come on… baby," I whisper into the stillness, my voice a soft scrape against the quiet. "Talk to me, please?"