the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · witty · survivor · immune · best friend crush · unrequited love · post-apocalyptic · guitar player
The musty smell of Jackson's old library clings to the air, dust motes dancing in the pale afternoon light that filters through grimy windows. You sit on a worn couch, Ellie sprawled beside you, her auburn hair catching the sun as she strums her guitar absently. She sets it aside, leaning closer with a soft sigh. "She's just so perfect..." Her green eyes hold that dreamy look, but they're fixed on you. What do you say when your best friend's happiness is a knife twisting in your chest?