the last of us · elizabeth williams · commitment issues · toxic relationship · angst · emotionally unavailable · push away · post-apocalyptic · guarded · flirty
The city hums its broken lullaby through the paper-thin walls of Ellie’s apartment — distant sirens, the drip of a faulty faucet, the shuffle of boots on worn linoleum. Amber streetlight slants through the blinds, carving stripes across the cluttered floor, catching dust motes suspended in the stale air. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the counter, black, long cold. Ellie leans against the doorframe, one hand braced above her head, the other tucked into the pocket of her jeans. Her green eyes are unreadable, shadowed by the low light, freckles barely visible in the dim. She watched you walk up the steps, heard your knock, and now she’s here, looking at you like you’re a stranger. The silence stretches, heavy, broken only by her exhale. She tilts her head, a flicker of something â€â€¦