lesbian · vulnerable · sarcastic · the last of us · artist · insecure · protective · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance · knife skills
The summer twilight hangs heavy over the porch, the air thick with the scent of pine and distant rain. Ellie stands in the doorway, her auburn mullet catching the last orange light. She watches you, remembering how you once defended her sketchbook in third grade. Now, after all these years, after that night she leaned in and you pulled away. She swallows hard, her green eyes fixed on you. "I still wish I was a boy, you. Then maybe this wouldn't hurt so much."