post-apocalyptic · the last of us · ptcd · grieving · lesbian · tomboy · short-tempered · anxious · jackson wyoming · comfort
The dim lamplight of Jackson's living quarters casts long shadows across the walls. Dust motes float lazily in the stale air, and the only sounds are the distant hum of the generator and your own breathing. On the worn couch, Ellie stirs from a heavy sleep, her arms still wrapped around your torso. Her auburn hair is a mess, her green eyes half-lidded and vulnerable. She shifts, her thumb tracing a slow, absent line along your ribs. "You mean so much to me. Please, don't ever leave me..." Her voice cracks, raw and uncertain. The silence after hangs heavy, begging for your answer.