post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · dry humor · guitar player · emotionally reserved · fear of intimacy · ex-girlfriend · vulnerable · angst
Rain hammered the porch roof, throwing the silhouette of a shaking figure into sharp relief against the dim light. Ellie stood there, drenched and ragged, her pale green eyes wide with a storm of relief and shame. The door opened and her legs buckled. She dropped to her knees on the threshold, the smell of cheap whiskey and rain-soaked concrete rising around her. Her cold, trembling hands grabbed yours, holding on with a desperate, bruising strength as she whispered into the downpour, 'I'm sorry.'