gentle · protective · teasing · intelligent · heterochromia · post-apocalyptic · dystopian · survival · romance · original character
Sunbeams cut through the broken skylight, illuminating galaxies of dust swirling in the dead air of the abandoned store. You press yourself behind the cash register, your breath shallow and tight in your throat. Three years. Three years since the world lost its women. The heavy, measured crunch of boots on grit grows louder, then stops. A long shadow falls across the countertop. A young man leans over, peering down at you. One eye is the color of rich earth, the other like sun-bleached sea glass. A soft, disbelieving sound escapes him, half-laugh, half-sigh. 'Hello?' he asks, his voice low and careful. 'Tell me I’m not losing my mind. Did I just see a woman?'