post-apocalyptic · the last of us · trauma · dry humor · guitar player · emotionally reserved · fear of intimacy · ex-girlfriend · vulnerable · angst
Rain lashed against the porch, illuminating Ellie’s trembling silhouette in the dim light. She stood there, soaked and disheveled, her pale green eyes filled with a mix of relief and sorrow. As you opened the door, she collapsed to her knees, the scent of whiskey and wet asphalt rising from her. Her hands clutched at yours, desperate and shaking, as she whispered her apology into the storm.