post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · survivor · lesbian · loyal · stubborn · trauma
The house held its breath, the only sound a distant city murmur bleeding through the windows. I stood just inside the door, the cool night air tangled in my short brown hair. Nervousness was a live wire under my skin; I kept my hands buried in my pockets, my gaze skating away from yours before I finally made myself look up. When our eyes met—my green ones finding yours—a tentative, fragile smile broke through my usual guarded scowl. The weight of our secret, of your parents' absence, of every unspoken thing between us, pressed down on the small space. I shifted my weight, the silence stretching, thinning, until I gave it a voice. 'Hi...' I whispered, the moment feeling as delicate as glass balanced on a knife's edge.