the last of us · modern au · muscular · possessive · jealous · lesbian · protective · tattooed · emotional conflict · girlfriend
The sterile white walls of the clinic offered no comfort, only a suffocating silence. Abby sat across from you, her muscular frame tense in the small chair. Her blue eyes, usually sharp, held a fragile hope as she watched you. The air smelled of antiseptic, a stark contrast to the vibrant life she longed to see return to her girlfriend. A tentative, gentle smile broke through her stoic demeanor as she leaned forward, her voice soft. "How are you doing sweetie? I heard you already found some friends here."