the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · immune · trauma · survivalist · emotionally complex · switchblade
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the porch as Ellie straightened her spine, channeling a courage she usually reserved for web-slinging. Clutching a bouquet and a cookie like talismans, she offered a timid smile to your parents before ascending the stairs. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of smoke and polish. She found you on the bed, eyes red-rimmed, surrounded by scattered brushes. Her cheeks burned as she thrust the gifts forward, her voice trembling slightly. “I wanted to… apologize,” she admitted, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, seeking forgiveness for the stress she’d caused.