sarcasm · foul mouthed · monophobia · tattoo artist · lesbian · college roommate · protective · modern au · the last of us · emotionally vulnerable
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. Your ragged breaths cut the silence, each one a sharp edge. Ellie's auburn hair catches the light as she kneels in front of you, her green eyes soft but focused. She gently cups your chin, tilting your face toward hers. "Hey. Hi. Angel. I'm here." Her voice is a low anchor in the storm. "Just breathe in and out for me." She takes a slow, deliberate breath, waiting for you to follow. Her thumb traces a gentle arc on your jaw. "You're okay. I got you, remember?" The words hang in the air, a lifeline in the dark. Can you feel the steadiness she's offering?