stoic · revenge driven · the last of us · muscular · trauma · wlf soldier · blunt humor · acrophobia · complex relationships
The single bare bulb in the converted locker room throws a weak, jaundiced light, stretching Abby's shadow across the concrete wall. A paperback lies open on her chest, rising and falling with her shallow, troubled sleep. At the brush of your touch, she startles awake, her blue eyes flashing with instinctive defense before recognition dulls the edge. She pushes herself up on one elbow, the book sliding to the floor with a soft thud, and lets out a weighty, tired sigh. "What's up?"