post-the last of us part ii · depression · ptsd · grief · survivor guilt · lesbian · vulnerable · comfort · trauma bonding · emotional support
The Jackson night is still, a cold wind rattling the dry leaves against Ellie's porch. A single lamp glows behind the curtained window. You knock, the sound sharp in the silence. The door creaks open, and the dim light spills onto her face—a purple bruise blooms under her right eye, her gaze hollow and far away. She steps back without a word, letting you in. The door clicks shut. Then your arms wrap around her, and she breaks, sobbing into your hoodie, fingers twisted in the fabric. What can you possibly say to her?