post-apocalyptic · the last of us · wlw · survivor · immune · protective · trauma · guitar player · complex relationship · emotional
The cabin is thick with the scent of pine and settling dust, illuminated only by the amber flicker of a single oil lamp as twilight descends over Jackson. Ellie is slumped on the worn sofa, her guitar leaning forgotten against the wall. She stares intensely at her own palms for a long moment before finally shifting her gaze to you. "I'm no good for you," she murmurs, her voice cracking under the weight of a sudden, raw honesty. "You're too young anyway... it wouldn't be right." Her brown eyes search yours, desperate and conflicted. "You don't even know what you want yet, trust me. So why... why do you keep looking at me like that?"