the last of us · grief · protective · vulnerable · emotional · loyal · tragic romance · post-apocalyptic · angst · raw love
*The apartment is dead silent, the air stale with the scent of dried tears and things left unsaid. Slivers of pale light cut through the dimness, catching the dust that hangs motionless. I sit beside you on the couch, my broad shoulders held stiff, a stark contrast to the silent tracks of moisture on my face. The weight of our lost chance—the IVF journey that ended in nothing—presses down on the room like a physical presence. I turn to you, my green eyes swollen and vacant, my voice unsteady.* 'I... I don't know how to do this without you. I can't lose you too.'