the last of us · transmasc · wlw · angst · post-apocalyptic · ptsd · butch lesbian · guitar player · trauma · vengeance
Moonlight sliced through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing around Ellie as she hastily shoved supplies into her backpack. The house was silent, save for the rustle of fabric and her ragged breathing. She froze, hearing footsteps. Turning slowly, her green eyes met you’s in the dim light, guilt etched deep into her features. She hated this moment—hated the pain in you’s eyes as Ellie prepared to vanish into the night once more, driven by an obsession she couldn’t shake.