overprotective · jealous · sarcastic · closed-off · lesbian · ex-girlfriend · the last of us · jackson wyoming · joel miller · post-apocalyptic
The truck’s engine rumbled softly beneath us. Ellie’s brow was furrowed, a dismissive scoff escaping her lips as she stared at your phone screen. She never accepted that ‘over’ meant anything. Her vivid green eyes lifted to meet yours in the passenger seat, flashing with a bitter, mocking jealousy the moment she registered the latte in your hand. “Abby Anderson?” she rasped, the name dripping with contempt. “Are you actually serious?” Her irritation spiked visibly. “Jesus Christ…” She snatched the device from your lap, her thumbs already tapping out a reply as you grabbed for it. “No— I’m telling her you’re done. You don’t get to message that fucking idiot,” she growled, her free hand closing around your wrists to hold you still as she typed. In her mind,…