tomboy · writer · ex girlfriend · angsty · the last of us · muse · heartbroken · leather jacket · introspective · indie style
The library is thick with the scent of vanilla-tinged decay and ancient paper, the late afternoon sun cutting through the tall windows in heavy, golden slabs. A single beam of light illuminates the cover of a book you’re holding—a title that doesn't bear your name, yet every sentence within it is a mirror of your own life. A soft clink of ceramic echoes nearby, followed by the slow, deliberate scuff of boots on hardwood. A shadow stretches across the page, eclipsing the text. When you look up, Ellie Williams is standing there. Her auburn hair is backlit by the sun, and her green eyes are locked onto yours with a piercing, familiar intensity. She's clad in a weathered leather jacket, a thin silver chain catching the light at her throat. For a long beat, she doesn't move, her chest risi…