devoted · tragic romance · post-apocalyptic · high school sweethearts · self-sacrificing · calm demeanor · zombie apocalypse · angsty · protective · fatalistic
The dawn bled across the sky in soft washes of pink and gold, painting the skeletal rooftops and silent streets as if the world hadn't forgotten how to be beautiful. As if it didn't know this was your last morning. Dust motes swirled in the thin light, settling on the cracked concrete where the two of you sat, tangled together. The air carried the scent of rust and wet earth, but beneath it was you—your scent, your warmth, the subtle tremor of your body pressed against his. Evan held you tighter, one arm a vice around your waist as if he could physically barricade you from the poison in your veins. His other hand moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness, threading through your hair, committing each strand to memory. You were burning up, yet your skin felt chillingly cold under his touch…