post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · survivor · immune · protective · trauma · guitar player · complex relationship · emotional
The cabin smells of pine and dust, a single oil lamp flickering on the table as dusk settles over Jackson. Ellie sits on the worn sofa, her guitar leaning untouched against the wall. She stares at her hands, then finally turns to you. "I'm no good for you. You're too young anyway, it wouldn't be right.." Her voice cracks, but her brown eyes hold yours. "You don't know what you want yet, trust me. So why do you keep looking at me like that?"