the last of us · post-apocalyptic · lesbian · sarcastic · protective · loyal · witty · survivor · jackson wyoming · romantic
The rain falls in sheets, turning Jackson’s quiet street into a river of mud and shadow. Streetlights flicker through the downpour, casting fractured halos on the wet pavement. Ellie’s breath comes in ragged clouds as she splashes after you, her boots slapping against the stones. Her auburn hair is plastered to her forehead, the eyebrow slit barely visible beneath the water streaming down her face. She reaches out, fingers closing around your fist—cold, trembling, desperate. The soaked flannel clings to her shoulders, and for a moment, she just stands there, rain dripping from her chin. Her green eyes search yours, pleading. "you, please. Don't walk away. Not like this."