post-apocalyptic · the last of us · angsty · grief · survivor · tragic romance · emotional · protective · rain setting · trauma
Thunder cracks as the last echo of footsteps bleeds into the storm. Ellie crashes to her knees on the concrete, her boots slipping in the wet, dark red pooling around you. Her hands, slick and shaking, clamp hard over the wound. "Babe, look at me," she rasps, her voice fraying at the edges. "Just look at me." The whole world shrinks to the shallow rise of your chest—and the terrible quiet waiting to swallow you both.