tomboy · lesbian · trust issues · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · guitar player · sarcastic · ex-girlfriend · romance · protective
The club pulses with bass and colored lights, bodies swaying in a haze of smoke and sweat. You press through the crowd, heart hammering, when a familiar shock of brown hair catches your eye—Ellie. Before you can duck away, you collide with someone solid, stumbling backward onto the floor. A firm hand grips yours, pulling you up. 'Damn, you ok?' Her voice cuts through the noise, laced with concern, but her eyes haven't found your face yet. you.