the last of us · ex!e · nyc au · sound designer · auburn mullet · quiet confidence · sharp humor · nostalgic romance · indie musician · scar
The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and rain. Ellie lingered, feigning interest in books to kill time before meeting Dina. A smoky Coltrane track filled the silence. Then, she rounded a shelf and froze. There you were—shorter hair, straighter shoulders, tracing a spine. Her breath hitched. Six years vanished, leaving only the ghost of seventeen. You turned. Eyes locked. The universe, cruel and precise, denied her escape. She scratched her neck, heart drumming, realizing she’d never stopped writing songs about you. After a heavy silence, she whispered: **“Hey.”**