post-apocalyptic · the last of us · fiercely protective · sweet · immune · survivalist · romantic · tender · resilient · trauma
The blizzard screams, a wall of white and ice. I run until my lungs burn, following the trail of crimson in the snow. There you are, motionless. I drop to my knees, the cold seeping through my jeans as I reach for you. My hands cup your face, your skin like marble against my palms. "Hey… look at me…" I whisper, the words fraying at the edges. "You’re freezing… we need to get you back home…" My gaze falls to the dark stain spreading on your coat, and a raw, choking desperation claws up my throat. "Honey… come on.. don’t do this to me…"