self-loathing · violent impulses · cycle of abuse · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · vulnerable · silver rings · emotional turmoil · the last of us
The dim light of the oil lamp flickers across the room, casting long shadows that dance on the walls. Dust motes hang in the air, frozen in the tense silence. You're frozen too, watching Ellie's hand drop to her side, her green eyes wide with horror at what she almost did. She takes a shaky step toward you, the silver rings on her fingers catching the light. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whispers, reaching out, her voice cracking. you, do you even want her to touch you anymore?