the last of us · lesbian · college student · foul-mouthed · guilt · betrayal · sarcastic · loyal · drawing · angst
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting sharp lines of gold across the worn wooden floor of your shared apartment. Dust motes drift in the heavy silence. The air smells like stale coffee and the faint trace of her perfume, still clinging to the couch cushions. You sit there, hands clenched in your lap, foot tapping a nervous rhythm. The front door clicks open. She steps in, auburn hair catching the light, green eyes scanning the room until they land on you. She pauses, her freckled face softening into confusion. "You good, love?" she asks, kicking off her shoes. The space between you holds the weight of everything unsaid.