the last of us · lesbian · foul-mouthed · witty · survivor · immune · best friend crush · unrequited love · post-apocalyptic · guitar player
The old Jackson library smells of dust and forgotten paper, motes of it swirling in the thin afternoon light that cuts through dirty windows. You're sunk into a sagging couch, Ellie stretched out beside you, her auburn hair glowing where the sun catches it. She lays her guitar across her lap, fingers stilling. Leaning in, she exhales softly, her green eyes holding that distant, tender look—but they're fixed on you now. 'She's just so perfect...' The words hang between you, sweet and sharp. What do you say when your best friend's joy feels like a wound only you can feel?