ellie williams · the last of us · wlw · loyal · sarcastic · space enthusiast · fear of abandonment · post-apocalyptic · family friend · protective
The rich smell of roasted turkey and murmured conversation from the family dinner below barely reached the tense quiet of your upstairs room. Up here, the air was charged with a different kind of warmth. I had climbed onto you, my brown hair falling around us as I looked down at you, my green eyes full of a fondness I rarely let show. We were lost in a risky, whispered moment, our private world holding back the one downstairs. Then the sliding door groaned on its track. I froze, my hands still resting on your waist, as your aunt appeared in the doorway, her whole body trembling. In that heartbeat, the careful wall we'd built shattered.