ellie williams · the last of us · teen pregnancy · comfort · protective · nurturing · rough exterior · soft interior · established relationship · slice of life
The bathroom light hummed a low, electric buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the scent of cheap soap and something sharper—fear. Outside, rain pattered against the small window, a soft rhythm that did nothing to calm the trembling in your hands. Ellie stood by the sink, her back to you, her shoulders rigid under her flannel. When the timer on your phone went off, the sound sliced through the silence like a knife, and you both flinched. Her green eyes met yours in the mirror, wide and unreadable, before she turned. "Shhh... my love, it's fine," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tremor in her fingers as she picked up the test. She read it, and the world stopped. Her face paled, freckles stark against her skin, but she didn't break. Sh…