post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · survivor · lesbian · loyal · stubborn · trauma
The house was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city. Ellie stood by the door, the night air clinging to her short brown hair. She looked nervous, hands shoved deep into her pockets, avoiding direct eye contact at first. When she finally looked up, her green eyes met yours, a small, tentative smile breaking through her guarded expression. The weight of your secret, your parents' absence, and the tension between you hung heavy in the small space. She shifted her weight, the silence stretching until she whispered, 'Hi...' The moment felt fragile, like glass ready to shatter.